Only somewhat special this time, seeing as I basically did the same thing yesterday. Lazy!

First off, some mandatory viewing : Obama lay down the comedy law on all the idiots who oppose him.

Bring the Word, Big guy!

Comedically speaking, he’s a great President. (Ouch! Burn. ) Seriously though, I think it’s not so much that his material is great so much as his targets deserving it so god damned much and making it so god damned easy. And as Donald Trump’s poll numbers clearly prove, his opposition is at its weakest.

Weird to hear a cover of Hulk Hogan’s ring anthem “I Am A Real American” after all these years. I had a moment of total blinkfuckery where I went “That sounds like….. but it can’t be…. wait, it is!”. And it’s the perfect song for the sentiment, don’t get me wrong on that. It’s an inspired musical pick. It’s just that my brain temporarily had trouble processing the rich and varied pop culture reference storm that suddenly overtook my consciousness at hearing that song, in this context, unexpectedly.

I must be gettin’ old.

Moving on, we have this marvelous notice for a garage sale I would feel positively compelled to attend. I mean, check this shit out :

Just follow the rainbow!

LOL. People who advertise their garage sale via an anthro unicorn peeing a rainbow are clearly my kind of people. Weird, funny, and a little perverted? Sign me the hell up.

Oh, and bonus points for a (misspelled?) use of a form of the expletive “frig”. I have fond memories of people saying “frigging this” and “frigging that” back home, almost always in situations where you wanting to say “fucking” but felt you could not. Like at school, or in front of your mother. Thus, to me, “frig” is a euphemism of sorts, and retains the same sort of humble charm as saying “darn!” instead of “damn!”, or one of my all time favorites that I got from a girl I went to Junior High with (Summerside Intermediate School, represent!), swearing by saying “Sugar!” when you really want to say “Shit!”.

It’s like saying “Shoot”, but even cuter. Too bad she was otherwise a crazy trailer park bitch.

Moving along : I learned something from this article about how semen is supposedly an antidepressant for women that just plain blew my mind.

First, let’s dispose of the main point so I can more clearly obsess over a casually mentioned factoid : the article does, in a sort of halfassed way, make a case that semen absorbed via vaginal tissue does act as a sort of pick me up for the ladies. Considering that humans have a unique reproductive strategy that involves being sexually receptive all the time, it’s at least plausible. But that is not what floored me.

It’s this factoid here :

Perhaps you’re familiar with the McClintock effect, the observation that when groups of reproductive-age women live or work together (in college housing, the military, all-female workplaces, etc.), over time their menstrual periods tend to become synchronized. The accepted explanation is that the women detect each other’s pheromones, subtle scents that each of us produce, and somehow these only-faintly aromatic but powerful compounds influence the women’s hormones and make their menstrual periods arrive around the same time.

But at the State University of New York, two evolutionary psychologists were puzzled to discover that lesbians show no McClintock effect.

Excuse me? Are you for real man? Lesbians have no McClintock effect, in other words, their menstrual cycles don’t sync up when they live together? Seriously?

This blows my mind. Why haven’t I heard about this before now? To me, this is front page news. I had accepted the “pheromones” explanation like everyone else when I first learned about this fascinating effect, but obviously, it’s more than that, if it fails to occur in lesbians. Somehow, semen, or at least penis, has to be involved. That’s the only biologically relevant variable that I can think of. Otherwise, nature doesn’t know the difference between a straight woman and a lesbian. So what’s the deal?

To me, this makes the mystery all the more fascinating. I am quite interested in the murky world of the biological communication that goes on quite outside the conscious mind of the modern human being, and yet influences us in many ways both subtle and profound.

It makes sense that human mating and menstruation would sync up in some way, and without a yearly cycle and with sexual receptivity a constant, it make sense that it would be the male factor that provide the timing stimulus, so to speak.

But to imagine it used such an intensely biological pathway… it just blows my mind.

Talk amongst yourselves.