Friday, April 10, 2015
The Beauty of The Female Back. Today's Evolutionary Psychology Study.
A couple of readers forwarded me summaries of an evolutionary psychology study about what angle of lower back men* view as the most beautiful in women. Thanks for those summaries.
I wasn't going to write about the study, because it didn't beep loudly enough on my freakometer**.
But then I Googled it and found something fascinating about who quoted it: The first ten pages of Google gave me a large harvest of pickup artist sites, a few misogyny sites and, in general, lots of tough-prehistoric-guy sites. Many of those sites summarized the study as being about large butts, which is incorrect, but then misunderstanding studies is more common than understanding them. What was more interesting is that this study seems particularly loved by those who do not particularly love women.
That's one fascinating fact. The other fascinating fact is a comment in one study summary:
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Tuesday, April 07, 2015
The Cats And The Dogs And Even The Birds
I had never heard of Saara Suvanto before yesterday. That is a pity, because she had one of those voices which is an instrument (think of Billie Holiday whose centenary is today or of Odetta or of Janis Joplin). She died at the age of forty from Type One diabetes and she was blind from her early twenties onwards.
What a voice! This is an early 1980s song she created and performed. It's called Kissat ja Koirat ja Linnutkin which means The Cats and the Dogs And Even the Birds. I have given a rough translation of the words at the end of this post.
The topic of the song was the fear of a nuclear war. But it applies equally well to global climate change, today's fear.
My translation of the lyrics:
Hey, dad, even the children
they want to blow up in air
All the cats and the dogs and even the birds
none of them will be left in peace.
Hey mom, they slaughter the children, too
nothing will be left of them
all the cats and the dogs and even the birds
everything they destroy.
Listen to the voice of the child
when you still have time
stop being so very busy
you restless nomad.
In the noise the voice
of the innocent child drowns
At night when she/he sleeps
you can hear it clearly
Hey, dad, even the children
they want to blow up in air
All the cats and the dogs and even the birds
none of them will be left in peace.
Hey mom, they slaughter the children, too
nothing will be left of them
all the cats and the dogs and even the birds
everything they destroy.
Listen to the voice of the child
when you can still hear it
when the city quiets down
the frailest of voices sing
it is then the turn of the big ones
to join the song
and ? children’s choir
rings over all land
Hey, dad, even the children
they want to blow up in air
All the cats and the dogs and even the birds
none of them will be left in peace.
Hey mom, they slaughter the children, too
nothing will be left of them
all the cats and the dogs and even the birds
everything they destroy.