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Do you have a thousand terms for varieties of menstruation?Oh, really? See "shark week", above, which kind of blew my mind a little.
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One thing I've noticed about male behavior after being married for many years is how men can have a boisterous, knock-down, almost come-to-blows argument about something, and then 20 minutes later will drink a beer together and laugh and talk like nothing ever happened.There's a whole complicated and surprisingly beneficial social conduct surrounding fighting and, most specifically, what you do immediately after the fight in order to establish what just happened, to agree that the fight is over (or not), whether it was a dominance thing or a disagreement among peers, and so on. I don't think most men (including myself) could really describe the whole thing; it's inculcated at a fairly young age. The clearest example I can think of is in an old or corny movie, after two guys have been fighting, one offers to help the other one up— if the other guy accepts it, it's an agreement that the fight is over; if he doesn't, it isn't (but maybe it's in abeyance for a bit). This is a cinematic convention, sure. Anyway, the same sorts of behaviors apply to other conflicts all the way down to office disputes; you can see them if you watch, and it's fascinating to this armchair anthropologist.
A woman does not automatically know what a circumcised penis looks like vs the uncircumcised version.Nor, you know, do most men, since we rarely look at penises other than our own. My wife made a remark about something feeling like a foreskin, and I could only look at her quizzically, having never touched one, myself. By like token, I know far more about non-porn naked women's bodies than she does, having seen and touched more than she has.
Shenanigans. It is impossible to grow up with male genitalia and not think at some point while looking in the bathroom mirror how convenient it would be if you didn't have to walk all the way over to the toilet.
Shenanigans right back atcha; maybe it's because I grew up with two older sister, but I have never had that thought. And though it may be unmanly for me to say it: ew.
W/r/t blue balls: So, if your lady friend gets you hot and bothered, but completion isn't on the table... can't you, I dunno, take care of business on your own?Oh yeah, totally. I mean, I'm still frustrated, but the physical discomfort is gone.
A frustrated romance of Sagan's played a small role in Lilly's most famous dolphin study. ... Sagan tried to get [Margaret] Howe into bed. Howe rebuffed him, but the meeting had one result: Sagan introduced Howe to anthropologist Gregory Bateson, who was then running the St. Thomas facility. This led to a job and plunged Howe into one of the most unusual experiments of the 1960s.posted by maudlin at 1:02 PM on November 22, 2009 [7 favorites]
In the summer of 1965, Howe lived in the company of "Peter," a male dolphin, 24 hours a day, six days a week in a simplified flooded house. There are surreal photographs of Howe working efficiently at a desk or chatting on the telephone, eyed curiously by a dolphin as her whole environment is sopping in 24 inches of water.
"A dolphin is more like a shadow than a roommate," Howe said. The thing would stay by her all day and never leave. She could talk on the phone for hours. The dolphin wouldn't get bored. It wouldn't leave. As weeks passed, Howe was subject to depression and crying jags. "I have found that during the day I will find any excuse to get out of the flooded room," she wrote in her diary. (Lilly meanwhile was contemplating a flooded car for the future bi-species society.)
Peter began exhibiting courting behavior. He lightly nibbled Howe's legs, getting erections, and rubbing against her ardently. As a matter of expediency, Howe took to giving the dolphin hand jobs. Peter would "reach some sort of orgasm, mouth open, eyes closed, body shaking, then his penis would relax and withdraw." Dolphin libidos being what they are, this had to be repeated two or three times; then, finally, the dolphin could concentrate on its lessons.
That made for a pretty good conversation stopper. Otherwise the experiment's results were debatable. It seemed that Peter learned to say "hello" and "ball" and parrot consonant sounds. When Howe asked Peter to get the ball, he would often get the cloth.
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After this experiment, Sagan visited St. Thomas and played a game of catch with Peter. Sagan threw the ball to Peter, and Peter dove under it and batted it back with his snout. His aim was as accurate as a human's. Then, after a few volleys, the dolphin began returning the ball far to the side of Sagan. Peter was toying with Carl, performing an "experiment" of his own. Figuring that two can play that game, Sagan retrieved the ball one last time and held it, treading water.
For about a minute, both mammals stood their ground. Peter gave in. He swam into Sagan's side of the tank, circling him, repeatedly brushing past him. This puzzled Sagan. It didn't seem like the dolphin's tail flukes had brushed him. Then he realized the dolphin had a hard-on.
The frustrated triangle of Sagan, Howe, and Peter was worthy of Sartre. There was a further twist. Peter was one of Lilly's ex-actor dolphins. Sagan had been propositioned by Flipper.
posted by Abbril at 8:41 AM on November 20, 2009