First off, there's so much I'd like to catch up reading on here, but I'm eyeball deep in school work since I'm back to being a full time student. Thanks a lot for all the great distractions from what I'm supposed to be doing right now . . . maybe this weekend :-)

So yesterday we had a Physiological Psychology monster of an exam. The teacher was kind enough to not follow with a 2 hour long lecture on the Evolution of the Brain. She, instead, popped in a PBS DVD on Darwin for us to passively enjoy. This was interesting especially since I didn't know shit about this man's life.

The dramatizations show that he's traveled all over the place & eaten all sorts of exotic animals. He's about to come upon his theory on natural selection, when he decides he wants to marry his first cousin . . . a devout Christian. His brother (who seems like a guy I'd have liked to party with), is like, dude, is it just because she's the only woman you've come in contact with in a while? Darwin laughs, reads the New Testament for her, puts aside his blasphemous studies, marries her, becomes fruitful and multiplies.

Then we see that Darwin has health problems, stomach/gut problems to be specific. He is given a strict diet & ice baths. From a Psychoneuroimmunology point of view, I'd guess his gut was manifesting his internal struggle between his brain and his dick. His brain knowing he's on the brink of coming to a more logical explanation on the orgin of species, and his dick knowing that reaching that brink might leave it out in the cold, out of his cousin's nice warm twat. Anyhow, he abandons his brain, goes to church, and makes more babies.

One of his favorite daughters ends up having tummy trouble too. He says in the movie, "it's my fault, I knew that children of first cousins are weaker." The girl dies. He abandons Christianity.

Now my question is, after all his traveling & sampling of exotic cuisine, after all his research showing nature's desire to increase its variability by mating with wildly different genotypes, how the fuck does he come to select his very Christian first cousin for reproduction????

Instead of spending every day playing with dead finches, he could've been engaging in his own sexual experimentation. I mean, I know he was no Mendel, & that heredity wasn't really his thing. But like, couldn't he have explored the exotic pussy in all the lands where he was studying geology instead of just eating different animal meats? He could have reproduced with some hot Tahitian momma, Ecuadorian babes, had different hoes in different time zones, etc. He could've examined phenotypic differences in his different offspring in different continents. He could've written his theory in one of those different countries & sent it back to England for review while safely enjoying his freedom from possible heresy charges.

But no, he stays in England, fucks his cousin, and agonizes about whether or not he should continue his blasphemous research. I'm a bit disappointed. I expect a bit more from an evolutionist.