TOLERANCE FOR FEMININE NEED FOR MAGIC Is the female need to believe in various k

TOLERANCE FOR FEMININE NEED FOR MAGIC

Is the female need to believe in various kinds of magic, superstition, new-age pseudoscience, and religion the men’s equivalent of need for hunting, sports and action movies? That it’s a necessary vent for the uncontrollable and irrational impulses that they cannot separate into ?

I have enough problems with the SINGULARITY of my mind – it could literally kill me if I didn’t constantly work to control it – and nearly has. We call this category of thinking a ‘horizontal’ problem. But a woman has a similar problem in that they have an equally vertical problem: a zillion ‘windows popping up’ that they simply cannot stop, and giving them an order relieves them of the work of categorizing them rationally.

I am terribly sympathetic actually. Most men have very ‘quiet’ minds compared to women. Something which many women cannot seem to imagine – how ‘quiet’ our minds are by comparison. They ask “What are you thinking?” and we respond “Nothing”, because in fact, we are thinking of nothing. We evolved to watch the horizon for prey – quietly. Patiently. That is very different from wondering about what children are doing – constantly.

So I’ve become tolerant of silly chick talk. That they cannot tell that they are aware of breathing patterns in the bus, or patterns of gestures, changes in air pressure, and that they perceive this as magic – to them it is.

We have similar mental blindness. I always am amazed how ‘dumb’ women are about politics until I remind myself that me and my fellow brothers evolved to keep other males away, to kill other males, and to take their women – and that women by contrast have a slave mind: they will acclimate to whoever is in control since their genes can continue regardless of which males are in charge.

The left suppressed Darwin more than the right. For good reason. Leftists are weaker and less attractive – less desirable. But they have numbers. Otherwise ‘desirable’ would have no meaning.

So I have become (recently) much more ‘accepting’ of silly chick talk as nothing more than the equivalent of men talking about sports or politics – it’s a vent.