So PUA nimrod and would-be philosopher-king Roosh Valizadeh has put on his “science” hat again, reporting what he describes as the “two seismic implications” of a recent study of flies.
The first is that a woman can absorb enough DNA during her lifetime that it changes her phenotype (i.e. her appearance and overall health state). There could be some truth to the phrase “slut face” in which highly promiscuous women suffer a change to their appearance because of all the variable sperm from different males that have been deposited inside them.
Wat.
The second implication stems from the fact that it’s scientifically conclusive that single mothers have DNA of their bastard children residing permanently within their bodies. Any man who reproduces with a single mom will have a child that contains DNA from the bastard spawn, which of course includes DNA from the absentee father. This means that men can be genetically cuckolded without being traditionally cuckolded, and that having a baby with a single mom is essentially giving the father of her first child a bonus prize in the game of evolution.
Now I’m no biologist, but this seems like a giant stinky pile of horseshit to me. I mean, what the hell?
In the interests of actual science — as distinct from PUA “science” — I sent Roosh’s post along to actual biologist PZ Myers.
His first reaction was “ick.” And then he sat down and wrote a post in which he declared that “there’s literally nothing correct in any of that mess” from Roosh I just quoted.
Nothing. Roosh has imposed his faulty, biased interpretation on the work in a way that would certainly horrify the authors.
Naturally, the conclusions that Roosh draws from his completely wrong premises are also completely wrong:
For thousands of years, a woman’s purity was cherished above all else when it came to creating a family. Now the scientific community is confirming the validity of that practice. Until the science is settled, men who insist on reproducing with a promiscuous woman should at least demand to interview her previous sexual partners so he can become familiar with the men whose genes may be passed on to his future children.
I think it’s fairly safe to say that the only DNA Roosh will be passing along to future generations will be found on the kleenex on the floor next to his bed after he dies alone and unloved in whatever obscure country he ends up in because he thinks it’s the least feminist on earth.
You can see PZ’s full takedown here.
Oh dear… I can’t believe that some people actually listen to that moron 🙁
They used to tell us in sex ed class that when you have sex with someone, you’re having sex with every person that person’s ever had sex with, and every person those people have ever had sex with, and so on. I didn’t realize that was literally true. I’m not just six degrees of Kevin Bacon, I’m six cells of Kevin Bacon.
See this “slut cell” on my cheek? Winston Churchill.
Even if it were true, what about all of us sluts who don’t swallow and always use condoms? Isn’t that just to get out of jail free card? I’d love to hear his philosophy on how we magically absorb it through rubber.
@cupisnique
Also why would we want children with them, if our genes are being diluted with the genes of all these other women? Except, damn, I value children intrinsically as human beings, rather than as carriers for my genetic code. You win this one, Roosh.
And the first comment on the PZ post has nothing to do with the science, but bravely addresses the real issue:
How did you come to the conclusion that Roosh is an MRA?
Crowstaff: I think katz was talking about this ninny.
But I’m not sure they’re vile enough to be stuck with Roosh. Locking him in a small room with Kim Davis, though…
What really chills me is that guys like Roosh are perfectly happy to have sex with ‘promiscuous women’, but completely despise them. Like, I can understand women being hostile to promiscuous women (competition), or ‘faithful’ men who’ve been cheated on (cos they’ve been cheated on), but promiscuous guys hating promiscuous women – that’s some serial killer shit there.
If PUAs, MRAs, and MGTOWs want everyone to stop mixing them up, they need to stop having the exact same views and they need to stop acting the exact same way. I’m not sure Roosh can even be classified as a PUA anymore since his focus is shifting more from having sex to all the ways in which men are so oppressed these days. He has gone full MRA. The pick up tactics were the only thing that ever separated PUA from MRA.
Roosh gave up the right to play that card the day he sat down for a backscratching buddy-buddy interview with Paul Elam.
@A Land Whale
Exactly what I was thinking. If this were true, it would logically follow that they would be ok with a women having sex with a million men as long as they all wore condoms. I think we all know in reality they wouldn’t be ok with that scenario either.
*a woman, I mean. Why is that typo so easy to make?
Some PUA’s aren’t into MRA ideology really, but the premise of “game” (that you can manipulate women into wanting to have sex with you) sets people up for becoming more deeply misogynistic. Roosh has much stronger MRA affinities than certain other PUA’s, though he’s always been on the more extreme end of the spectrum.
Once again, I don’t understand how they expect non-promiscuous women to… exist, if they as men want to be promiscuous. It would only be able to happen mathematically if the world’s population of men was closer to, say, five, rather than the near 50-50 split we currently have. What do they even want?
Hey man, I heard you were a cuck. Not just a cuck, but the cuckiest cuck who ever cucked, like a cuck-cuck-cuck. I know you’re a cuck because cucks who cuck always cuck cuck cuck and cuck cuck cuck. Cuck? All these cucks are always cucking around like a bunch of cucking cuck-cucks and then they cuck and cuck and you know that cucks who cuck go and cuck cuck cuck cuck cuck cuck cuck. Cuck cuck cuck. Ok, cuck you later.
I think they want reasons to believe that their fears, insecurities and hostility towards women all have some sort of rational grounding. Like, if there’s something wrong with women who’ve had sex, and almost all women have had sex, then the problems these men are having (whatever they are) aren’t because of their own issues – the real issue is that there’s something wrong with almost every woman in the world.
Verily Baroque asked about pea plants with hemoglobin function. Pea plants, like all legume family plants, have root nodules that harbor bacteria with the ability to fix nitrogen (N2) from the atmosphere. The bacteria can only do this in the absence of oxygen so the plant uses hemoglobin to bind and transport O2 away from the module. This provides a protected environment for the bacteria in exchange for essential, usable forms of nitrogen.
The legume hemoglobin is very similar to our protein but not identical and it is not the only version of the globin family of proteins that bind oxygen found in plants.
Plants require oxygen for their cellular mitochondria just like animal or fungal cells. Root cells being underground lack chloroplasts providing ATP for energy so have greater numbers of mitochondria per cell than most aerial portions of plants while having less accessible oxygen. Plants likely have their versions of hemoglobin to ensure oxygen is transported.
The structure and function of plant hemoglobins
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pubmed/18321722
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC64866/
http://www.ncbi.nlm.nih.gov/pmc/articles/PMC2707300/
We’re indulging in Dadaesque trolling, are we? Well, two can play at that. Here a conversation I just had on the train. I swear this is as true as I can remember it.
*Our dashing HERO is seated on the train to London, reading a book. Two TEENAGERS enter, clad in their school sports kit, eating sweets. They stare at him.*
TEENAGER 1: Are you single?
*pause*
EJ: *puzzled and amused* What sort of question is that to ask a stranger?
TEEN 1: Good point.
*pause*
TEEN 1: I like your shoes.
EJ: Thank you. *resumes reading*
*pause*
TEEN 1: Where are you from?
EJ: South Africa.
TEEN 2: You should meet our English teacher?
EJ: *wearily* Is she also South African?
TEEN 2: No, but her name is Ms Cumming.
*pause*
TEEN 2: You know, like Cum In? Cos she likes cum? *giggle*
*there is a dignified silence while EJ buries himself in his book so they don’t see him blush.*
TEEN 1: Do you think I look like a zebra?
EJ: No.
*pause*
TEEN 1: I’m from Europe.
TEEN 2: I’m from the North Pole.
TEEN 1: Eu-Rope. Do you know where that is?
EJ: Yes.
*pause*
TEEN 1: *moves closer* You look like my science teacher.
*pause*
TEEN 1: Are you sure I don’t look like a zebra?
EJ: I am fairly familiar with zebras and you do not resemble them.
*pause*
TEEN 1: Where do you live?
EJ: London.
TEEN 1: Why were you in [town] then?
EJ: Work.
TEEN 1: Where do you work?
EJ: In a big office building.
TEEN 1: At [name of company]?
EJ: Yes.
TEEN 1: What do you do for [name of company]?
EJ: Microsoft Excel.
TEEN 1: Why don’t you work in London?
TEEN 2: You could be on the tube and it would go zoom *she makes a fast gesture* rather than chug-chug-chug *she makes a slow gesture.*
EJ: It’s usually very crowded. You often don’t get a seat.
TEEN 1: You’re very tall.
*pause*
TEEN 1: Are you comfortable in these seats?
EJ: Not really.
TEEN 2: Can you do a backflip?
EJ: Not in here.
*pause while they debate whether EJ is capable of doing a backflip even in the absence of trains constricting him and he buries himself in his book to hide the fact that he cannot*
TEEN 2: Would you like a sweet?
EJ: No thank you.
*pause*
TEEN 1: This is our stop.
*they get up to leave*
TEEN 2: You should definitely have sex with Ms Cumming.
*EJ does not respond. Exit TEENAGERS stage right. Little do they suspect that he actually did want a sweet, just not from them.*
@EJ:
So when does Godot show up?
@Kirby:
We are all, in our own way, Godot.
EJ: That was a bizarre encounter, yes. At least you got a good story out of it.
@EJ
Are you sure those were teenagers? You may have just proven that aliens do walk among us. And are kinda dumb.
EJ: Are you sure you didn’t just meet May Kasahara? Do you feel a strange compulsion to climb into an old well?
Where are these zooming tubes of which she speaks?
On the subject of dumb, I was talking to my sister the other day and mentioned I’d been busy with work, which lead to this:
Her: “You work?”
Me: “What? Yeah, I own a web design business.”
Her: “Since when?”
Me: “Since 2003.”
*facepalm*
@M:
I don’t think they’re aliens, just children. It’s why I was so uncomfortable having them hit on me.
I’ve seldom felt so glad to be male.
@Wetherby:
No idea. I think people out in the provinces have an odd view of London.