Two Twelve-year-olds, A Village Someplace, and Choice (Or Not)

Written by craig

In 1900, the average lifespan on this planet was about 30 years. In 1800 it was maybe around 27 years. Now, there were, plenty of reasons for this and a bunch of them were tied to reproduction. Women died in childbirth, children died in childbirth, infant mortality in general was off the charts. Then you threw in droughs, a few wars, a couple of plagues, and hygiene that consisted of using perfumes to mask the smell . . . Now, there were a few who lived into their 70s or more but, for most folks during most of humanity's existence, making it to 25 was an accomplishment one could be proud of.

This means that the ONLY way humanity could survive was for the average female to have five, six, seven, or more babies.

She'd have to start from the moment she was fertile and keep going 'til she died. There aren't a lot of women who'd do this as a matter of choice. If choice were possible, humanity would die off in the space of a few generations.

Let's go back a few years now, say about 20,000 of them. Some place in a village in Africa or Europe or Asia (just where, it doesn't matter) a 13-year-old girl stands in the center of her village. Let's make her everything a psychotherapist says she should be. She likes herself, her parents love and protect her, she is self-confident and appropriately assertive, calm, quite intelligent, and rational. When that young girl looks around the village at the available gene pool, she's going to think, "okay, that one's a loser, him too, not that one either, maybe that one . . ." Let's face it folks, odds are fairly high that those genes she's carrying are going to die on the vine.

Now,let's take another 13-year-old girl in that same village, and let's make her utterly and completely miserable! she hates herself, thinks she's the ugliest person in the village. She's angry, upset, impulsive, explosive, crying at the drop of a rock, and feels completely alone. What the heck, let's give her headaches too, and nothing she does, nothing anyone says, can even touch the overwhelming sense of loneliness that consumes the very core of her being.

Then, she has her first orgasm.
 
Suddenly the brain gets flooded with the most wonderful chemicals and for the first, only, time in her life, she feels wonderful. Unfortunately, it doesn't last very long so she has to do it again. 'A couple of hits off *this* bang, and she's hooked. Unfortunately, the buzz doesn't last long enough, and she has to "take another hit," and another, and another . . . In no ime at all, she becomes addicted. Choice has been taken away, and she's well on her way to making her baby quota.

This is why each and every one of us is hardwired to have addictions. It cuts down on the role of choice in the reproductive equation.

Think about this a little. The more intelligent a woman is, the more powerful the pain has to be to overpower the intellect. If her genes let her brain think past the pain, the likelihood of those genes getting passed on drops off dramatically. (Look around at the really intelligent women you know and ask yourself how many of them tend to be loser magnets.) Unfortunately, the research tends to support such a notion. Women with IQs over 135 tend to kill themselves over 200 TIMES more often than the average.