30
Sep
2007
Venting Spleen in 3, 2, 1… (Part the first)
Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’m afraid you may have to bear with me here, I have a lot of venting to do, on a number of subjects. I hope you can stay with me for the whole tortuous journey, which may end up being a 3-or-more-part serial, possibly produced by Southern Star Australia for the Ten Network, and starring Sonia Todd and Lisa McCune.
I’d like to start on a fairly contentious note, by disputing the idea that there is someone out there for everyone.
I was led down this avenue of thought by a recent visit to The Highlander, meeting place for 17 year old hookers, and breeding ground for the future population of Elizabeth and it’s surrounds.
Seeing a woman there, dancing her heart out, looking not a day under 40, missing several teeth, and wearing what can only be described as 80′s high fashion for the perennially single, it struck me that this woman, for all her best efforts, may well be going home alone, as the only possible Darwinian match to successfully continue her particular species had been forcibly ejected earlier in the night, high on a cocktail of drugs, alcohol, and natural idiocy.
This scenario may play out for our luckless lady every night she ventures into the night, and she is not alone. This scenario is played out, usually with the same stars, on a weekly basis.
Now, here’s where things get really edgy. My problem with this whole situation is that there appears to be an inordinate amount of genetic dead weight punching above their class.
How many times have we seen the scenario? A bloke saunters into a pub, a stunning little flower on one arm, a tattoo on the other, and a semi-healed cut on his knuckle from a recent brawl. He knows nothing but the smell of smoke, the taste of West End and the inside of a low-class establishment. She’s invariably a lovely girl, delicate, sweet, reasonably intelligent, but she’s with him.
Why?
I have a theory on this, as you may have guessed. It has to do with a crossover in instinct as the terms of natural selection have changed or been dulled over millennia.
These knuckle-dragging semi-literates generally drive big cars and decline to observe the speed limit. They always seem to be on the lookout for a fight or a confrontation. In short, they’re unnecessary risk-takers.
Prehistorically speaking, risk-takers (the ones who survived, anyway), generally did so for greater reward and were the stronger choices for a mate.
Therefore, it is an obsolete basis of attraction, a throwback to a time where it was relevant.
Some women reaching sexual maturity (as opposed to those who have their hormones slightly more under control and balanced) may find themselves attracted to this sort of person. As they reach the age where they may begin to want children, the attraction to a risk-taker subsides in favour of a dependable breeder type, preferably without a knife wound and a criminal record. So, modern natural selection occasionally redresses the balance, but by then the damage may be done. The girl is older, has missed the most exciting, messy, fumbly period of her life, and the nightclub world has been deprived of one more impressionable girl to corrupt in a normal, social, less-hazardous manner than “Darryl” did.
These ladies fall through the net, missing their “destined” partner, not ending up with the man they thought they’d marry in a shotgun wedding at the age of 21, and possibly ending up at the Highlander at the age of 40, wearing clothes that weren’t really fashionable when they were young, trying to relive the life they realised, too late, that they’d missed.
I chose one particular example, and inferred a lot of the detail, but the end of the story is the same however you look at it. Some people are destined not to find anyone, or to miss their chance.
The happy message to the end of this tale? There isn’t one for Toothless Dancer, but if you love like you’re not afraid to get hurt, give to those who deserve your time and love, and put the effort in when you believe you’ve found “the one”, you may just avoid her fate.
I’d like to start on a fairly contentious note, by disputing the idea that there is someone out there for everyone.
I was led down this avenue of thought by a recent visit to The Highlander, meeting place for 17 year old hookers, and breeding ground for the future population of Elizabeth and it’s surrounds.
Seeing a woman there, dancing her heart out, looking not a day under 40, missing several teeth, and wearing what can only be described as 80′s high fashion for the perennially single, it struck me that this woman, for all her best efforts, may well be going home alone, as the only possible Darwinian match to successfully continue her particular species had been forcibly ejected earlier in the night, high on a cocktail of drugs, alcohol, and natural idiocy.
This scenario may play out for our luckless lady every night she ventures into the night, and she is not alone. This scenario is played out, usually with the same stars, on a weekly basis.
Now, here’s where things get really edgy. My problem with this whole situation is that there appears to be an inordinate amount of genetic dead weight punching above their class.
How many times have we seen the scenario? A bloke saunters into a pub, a stunning little flower on one arm, a tattoo on the other, and a semi-healed cut on his knuckle from a recent brawl. He knows nothing but the smell of smoke, the taste of West End and the inside of a low-class establishment. She’s invariably a lovely girl, delicate, sweet, reasonably intelligent, but she’s with him.
Why?
I have a theory on this, as you may have guessed. It has to do with a crossover in instinct as the terms of natural selection have changed or been dulled over millennia.
These knuckle-dragging semi-literates generally drive big cars and decline to observe the speed limit. They always seem to be on the lookout for a fight or a confrontation. In short, they’re unnecessary risk-takers.
Prehistorically speaking, risk-takers (the ones who survived, anyway), generally did so for greater reward and were the stronger choices for a mate.
Therefore, it is an obsolete basis of attraction, a throwback to a time where it was relevant.
Some women reaching sexual maturity (as opposed to those who have their hormones slightly more under control and balanced) may find themselves attracted to this sort of person. As they reach the age where they may begin to want children, the attraction to a risk-taker subsides in favour of a dependable breeder type, preferably without a knife wound and a criminal record. So, modern natural selection occasionally redresses the balance, but by then the damage may be done. The girl is older, has missed the most exciting, messy, fumbly period of her life, and the nightclub world has been deprived of one more impressionable girl to corrupt in a normal, social, less-hazardous manner than “Darryl” did.
These ladies fall through the net, missing their “destined” partner, not ending up with the man they thought they’d marry in a shotgun wedding at the age of 21, and possibly ending up at the Highlander at the age of 40, wearing clothes that weren’t really fashionable when they were young, trying to relive the life they realised, too late, that they’d missed.
I chose one particular example, and inferred a lot of the detail, but the end of the story is the same however you look at it. Some people are destined not to find anyone, or to miss their chance.
The happy message to the end of this tale? There isn’t one for Toothless Dancer, but if you love like you’re not afraid to get hurt, give to those who deserve your time and love, and put the effort in when you believe you’ve found “the one”, you may just avoid her fate.
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You REALLY are the way, the light, the cheese. Follow Kizza, people, for he will lead us to Utopia.
…were you sent to us by God, Kizza?
And what do you have against knife wounds?