A recipe for gravity.

http://www.prairiehome.org/private_wobegon/sandy_030201.shtml

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Obligatory teaser:

But to say that complexity affects the sexes differently would be an understatement. The female sex is, as everyone knows, eminently more adaptable and flexible and given to enroll in Yoga classes and drink bottled water with just a dewy hint of sun-ripened peach in it. Women crave and seek the interactions of others. They recognize its utility and seek it out. They cultivate it like a row of bright, blood red tomatoes arrayed in silver metal cages in a garden row. They correspond and converse and celebrate as if nothing could be more important than the birth of a friend's new baby or the occasion of a promotion from sales clerk to manager of the large sizes section in the local clothing store.

The male is less disposed to change and like any lumbering beast is bewildered by complication. He stares out of his tiny, close-set eyes as if the future were a city ablaze and he can not quite make it out through the smoke and haze. As the world becomes more complex men become more ill suited to it. We have strayed off the evolutionary ladder onto the branches of a nearby tree. We sit there hooting and pawing and scratching ourselves in distraction. The papers and magazines and network news shows are full of stories of men who have retreated into the shadows of hardwoods and fir. They are moving in the opposite direction from the rest of the world, drawing a coarse woolen blanket festooned with burrs and twigs over their heads to shut out the lights and beeps and buzzes of an economy and culture that has become all gatherers and no hunters, or all keepers and no finders as my friend Earl says.

Go. Read.

Edie