Beauty, Speed, and Human Courtship

What we find beautiful in nature is often a reflection of what we find beautiful in human beings. We find all features of immaturity, for example, to be positively adorable. Who could kill a baby seal, with those big round eyes? We have gone to the extent of breeding the trait of adolescence into wolves over millennia to eventually create the grotesque mutant that is the noble Chihuahua. This worship of youth originates from those traits that we find attractive in the human female. Large, round eyes, a small chin, and a big forehead are all signs of youth and thus fertility. However, we also find beautiful some surprisingly menacing parts of nature. A tiger’s camouflage is as essential in hunting and killing as his powerful shoulders and legs. Yet we find all of these features to be fairly beautiful. Any sign of utility, ultimately of power, is in a way quite beautiful. When children learn about dinosaurs, which ones hold the most fascination? Is it the T-rex and raptor, or is it their prey? The male form, like the female form, is most beautiful when in a state of flourishing, or a state of maximum power. The female is most beautiful when glowing with fertility (her unique power) while the male is most beautiful when brandishing his muscular power. What did the Greeks choose to immortalize in stone? Hard, muscular male forms and soft, blossoming, fertile female ones. We are drawn towards representations of these two forms of power as kids, who usually play exclusively with plastic representations of the female body in a hyper-feminized, hyper-fertile condition, or with a likewise hyperbolic representation of the heroic and powerful male form. With males this worship seems to extend further into all forms of technology that represent an extension of this power. Male children are fascinated with swords, guns, military aircraft, fast cars, all essentially manifestations of one form of power or another: that of physical muscle power, the power to kill, or the power of speed. This fascination with power, which some may word as “utility” instead, does not go away when we grow up, but rather becomes more refined. As adults men find muscle cars to be beautiful in a way, as the design represents the apex of efficiency and sleekness towards the end of producing the power of speed. As for extensions of feminine power, one must look no further than the asymmetrical distribution of females in caring or nurturing professions. If the primary female power is that of her fertility and fitness as a mother, then is it any wonder that these professions are so highly favored and populated by women? They are a further expression of her fitness as a nurturing mother! They make her more fit as a mate just as a male thinks that a Ferrari will make him more fit as a mate.

This difference in the source of male and female power also explains our differing orientations towards finding love. If a male complains to his female friends that he can’t get a date or a girlfriend, they will reassure him with something like, “Don’t worry. When the right time comes, it will happen for you. The right one is out there somewhere and you will run into her eventually. You just haven’t met the right one yet, etc, etc.” This is ultimately a passive, receptive stance towards finding a lover. If a male complains to his male friends they will offer many pieces of practical advice on things he can manipulate or accomplish to have better success in winning a mate, after chiding him mercilessly of course for his many failed hunting excursions. A woman’s primary source of power naturally develops during puberty and she is thus in a position to wait for a male to sweep her off her feet. A male’s primary power has to be developed and is won with suffering and effort. Is it any wonder that women expect love to “just happen” to them, without their having to earn or win it? With their power already developed love becomes a waiting game; and the males have to provide the game.

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