Yeah, men might like to sprawl on the couch and watch sports on weekends. (And some weeknights.)
We might think a gourmet meal is a steak and potato.
We might be a little hairy and not have skin that’s all smooth and silky and soaked with Shea butter from L’Occitane en Provence, and we might not smell good, we might have been workin’ the same haircut since 1997, the same favorite sweatshirt since 1989, we might, in fact, have bodies “like Jeeps, for getting’ around,” as Elaine on “Seinfeld” said.
We might, like Cavemen, still get a huge kick out of cooking meat over fire.
But sorry, women. And buck up, fellas.
Guess which chromosome – out of all the chromosomes, I think there are 365, no wait, that’s days – is EVOLVING the fastest?
Why?
Y.
The Y chromosome.
That’s us, boys. I wasn’t sure when I saw the news, so I looked it up.
The writer – apparently an overly evolved man — takes pains to point out that this discovery doesn’t mean that men themselves are evolving more quickly.
I guess he’s evolved into a chicken – or else he’s seen my friends and I sitting around watching football.
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