It Used to Be Beer That Gave Us Muscles Now It’s the Internet
I am a man. I don’t mean to offend anyone with that bold declaration. It is what it is. My physical parts are all indicative of being one and my mental parts are all pretty much aligned with what it feels like to be a man; and yet, I have never been a woman or anyone else so I don’t know what those states of being “not a man” feel like.
Before I finish this little expose on “who and what I am,” I want to toss this unavoidable, and natural, fact into the mix: Testosterone tortures me relentlessly. Battling the effects of the hormone on a daily basis, the only difference between me being a fascist dummy and an enlightened person is that I recognize my problem.
It’s time we all wake up and put testosterone in its rightful place before it’s too late.
The internet makes us stupid
The “real men” out there are not going to like what I have to say next but I think the male species is handicapped by the amount of testosterone coursing through our veins. It makes us less suitable for evolution.
We live shorter lives and in most societies have less influence on children — two very key indicators of a human’s contribution to the bigger…
