Romantic Creatures

Romantic Creatures.

There was this feature in Discovery Channel two years ago about spiders. It focused mostly on the mating season where which the male spiders become eaten after copulation. What I found to be funny about the feature is that the narrator said this: "His sacrifice ensures the continuity of his species for generations to come". It was funny because I really don't think the male spider saw it that way. Maybe he said: Oh, hello there spider girl...I'm here to save the species so if you don't mind let's get it on. But most likely he was simply one unlucky horny bastard.

The act is quite striking once you see the similarities in human behaviour. When one sees men leave professions, let go of dreams, or even die for the sake of women, one might begin to wonder if all males in the world be it of any specie are simply horny bastards. Ok the joke has run its course so let me ask this instead: are men really by design created to live or die according to the whims of women?

Rational creatures that we are, we have come up with terms and philosophies that make us want to charge to our doom with flowery speeches and chivalrous cries. Women have made that prospect even look nicer by inventing the words such as romantic or sweet or what-cha-ever-maka-call-its that we have become conditioned to want to hear.

O he died for me? He's so romantic. Thank you for doing this, that's so nice of you. You're such a man! (ergo, stupid?)

The Great Wall fell not because of Genghis Khan's hordes but of the tears of a beautiful courtesan. Samson lost his strength to the pretty smiles of a whore. A great Roman general fell because of Cleopatra.

Now to all the ladies reading this blog, it is not my intention to put the fair sex in a bad light. In fairness, the world has also been a better place because of you. This blog is about guys giving their all to the women (whether good or bad) they loved (lusted, obsessed, adored...what-cha-ever-maka-call-it). Now to continue...

Guys, why are we really doing this? Why is it that most of us buy into the idea of being incomplete without someone to share our lives with? And if we do have someone to share our lives with, why do we have to want to have sex with them as well? Why is it that nothing else matters but loving this person, or for the somewhat lucky unlucky horny bastards -- persons?

Why?

Let's try to keep it real this time.

The reason: we want to save the darn species.

In the words of Randy Jackson, keep it real dawg! (or spider)

Anyways, I have discovered a new pick up line. Not that it would finally work this time.