I'm sitting in a
lecture focusing on sexual selection. What am I doing? Listening intently and
taking notes furiously? Of course not. The material is not that complex, as
I've heard it probably 50 times over the course of my career from 4th grade
until now, not to mention the fact that it is being tailored to anthropology
students who've blocked all scientific understanding from their brains. I'm
reading the Anti-Austen. Ha. The
irony is getting to me. The professor must think I'm nuts, grinning and
randomly chuckling silently as I am. No matter. Strut your stuff cougars!
Perhaps you too will be selected.
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Love!
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