What Makes Males Do What They Do?

What Makes Males Do What They Do?

Leave it to The New York Times to be one of the few, if not the only, family newspaper in the USA to dig right in with an editorial piece entitled "Digital Flirting: Easy To Do, Easy To Get Caught". Of course, the origin of this informative peak behind the headlines is Representative Anthony Weiner, NY Democrat - but relax, it's not really about this goof ball whose TV coverage  has dominated the news for a week or more. In fact, his name shows up only one more time as various 'experts' try to explain the title of this once-in-a-blue-moon ViewPoint. 

Since we chose to be the source of limited information, usually absent from stories that might otherwise make the headlines, we begin with a personal introduction to the existence of 'the urge' as recalled by a 15 year old schoolboy. It happened in the locker room, by the window, with some dozen young males practically fighting to get a view from that window. The object of this chaos: a building across the street where occupants of a woman's hotel, were dressing for the day - in full view of any onlookers - and apparently unaware that a boy's school was directly across the way. It was only when the show became ho-hum as the women in the several available windows added final touches and began to leave that this youngster had the opportunity to go to the window and see what the show was all about. A lone watcher remained, maybe hoping for one more occupant to be a late ariser and star of a closing performance that the word was spoken. "Geez, yu shoulda seen these babes with no bras, no nuttin -and some even close enough to da window to watch 'wm slip into panties, or somepin!"

Too late. The show was over. But, not really. As the long trip home began that afternoon the dots and dashes that comprise the brain, went over it again and again. "Hey, stupid, there's an apartment right across the alley from the window in MY room - and if I can remember anything , it is occupied by an attractive young woman - who probably goes to work about the time I'm getting my act together - and I have BINOCULARS!"

Well. this story is long enough, but you can believe that those binoculars were put to use more times than I can count. The piece de resistance was my discovery that If I hung around near the window with no lights on the room, late in the evening, there might be, and there was, a second show of the day!

ViewPoint makes no claim that somehow a fifteen year old's experience emulated male entry into the world of female display, or that an impulse to pick up the binoculars every single day, somehow was more than natural - it was THRILLING!

Now, before we run out of time, jump ahead ten years, try 40 years, or yesterday. It is still a fixation when the female of the moment, or second, is undressed, maybe naked, probably someone unknown to me. The difference, the humongous difference, is that men of all ages, all professions, all married, unmarried, dating, just looking - are hard wired like this one writing this piece.

Almost every Broadway Musical has female performers, chorus girls, whose attire generally resembles the ladies across from the school! They are dressed that way so that the men in the audience can get their 'kicks' while the chorus girls do theirs!

For the deprived, maybe depraved too, the internet has opened the world to every conceivable image of the female figure. Movies make no pretensions anymore about nudity, male or female - if the scene calls for it. Men still turn their heads when a buxom blonde passes  on the street. Workmen on lunch break sit by their tools and equipment, hooting, holloring, whistling their appreciation as women of all kinds pass by. 

So, Representative Weiner did what he probably has been doing since he was fifteen! He just got caught. Really dumb. Stupid, in fact! But, in his defence - he really cannot help it. He's hard wired!!! 




 

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