Chapter 17 [Orangutans and baboons and the like]

<one> Male This is a rather special word, full of respect, for the males in animals such as animals, mammals, primates, hominids in the earth's biological kingdom, we specifically call them "male" when we define them. And of course you have to respect them as "male" sex, not "male" sex, otherwise they may be very upset, feel slighted or insulted, and be classified as no different from animals, although human beings are indeed the same as animals. A branch on the tree of evolution.In other words, we are indeed animals. Of course, this endless tree of evolution was discovered and divided by us, so we have the right to leave a better word to define ourselves, to show our advanced level, besides, human beings love to give what they see. It is said that this is how our language comes from.

The next trouble is that we really think that we are quite advanced after this. After the end of the matrilineal society, the males of this kind of animals have all the power and think they are unique.Of course, the real situation is not unique. The male sea lions did the same thing. They hugged left and right in the ice and snow, enjoying themselves. Oh by the way, please don't get me wrong that I'm a vicious and extreme feminist. It's all pure talk. It's only when the issue is discussed from a purely biological perspective that things become so ridiculous and greatly disrespectful.

The actual situation is of course not such a mess. Of course, I treat the opposite sex with respect in my life. They are the other half of my life. More than half of the time in the journey of life is moved or sad, laughed or cried because of them. . Without them, with whom would we discuss having dinner, sharing flowers and currency, with whom would we go up the mountain to fight tigers, one person aiming at the other person for the wind?Without them, for whom do we stand like a deer?Oh, all the fragments in memory will change from colorful to black and white. ... The tree of life is so marvelously arranged, the essence of the matter may be—even if you know it, you will still be desperate.Because our world is the world of men and women, we are really two grasshoppers tied together on the same branch.

<two> After discussing "Men" seemingly objectively, I can't continue.As one of the women, it's hard for me to stand up and talk without back pain.Not even the best doctor can dissect himself, not in front of a mirror.Besides, I'm not, I can't even touch the doctor's door.I have always suspected that men and women are actually two completely different types of animals, just like baboons and orangutans, although they are a bit similar, they are actually two animals, and you cannot say that they are the same. If I were to fill out a sample of women's lives, mine would go like this: Throughout my teenage years, I have worked hard to make myself a sensual/emotional animal—that's the legendary standard of a good woman.I study hard and make progress every day. I am committed to the all-round development of morality, intelligence and physique. I hold a diploma of Bachelor of Science in my hand-the most basic living tool and decoration for modern women. I plan to sacrifice for the man I love. In my spare time, I devoted myself to research on how to be considerate and how to cook a full banquet of Man and Han. I always remind myself to be gentle, courteous and thrifty.

I'm even going to ask for a chastity arch. After working hard for a decathlon like this I was surprised to find that everything was a joke, and after laughing to tears I found that the only lucky thing was that she kept holding on to a job I loved. Then I started the rest of my life working hard for myself. If a woman earns her own salary, lives in her own house, eats her own food and wears her own clothes, and marriage brings her only obligations instead of pleasure, why should she marry? Try to think about the life of a good wife: the man in the family goes to work with a leather bag in his arms early in the morning, leaving you alone at home to deal with dirty clothes and dirty dishes.After you have dealt with all the intractable diseases including washing machine broken, gas tank empty, fuse blown, sewer blocked, etc., "you still have to prepare delicious meals, ironed shirts, bright floors and smiles as if nothing had happened. , that man of great achievements came back with his bag in his arms. He is making money to support his family. Most modern women will shoot up the case, go and go, let me make money to support the family! Do you think I can’t?!

The times have really changed, the outside world is so big, who would like to spend their whole life in a few tens of square meters?And... There will never be a chance for promotion and salary increase, and you have to spend your money? forget it.Everyone knows how to make abacus, and spend all your energy on one person?What a grievance, it is better to spend it on work, even if you lose all your money, it will never make you more sad than one person.Who ever heard of work breaking a woman's heart? It is almost the 21st century, and the Salsa Gaga finally stood up, tall, healthy, lively and joyful like their male companions. The sample survey report on women’s lives will write the following conclusion: In the 21st century, in the same tree of evolution The two grasshoppers tied to the branch are no different from each other, they are equally strong, and parasitism has rarely occurred.

<three> Men and women And the 21st century has arrived, men on earth... They must not write love letters to date us anymore, so as not to leave any conclusive evidence in black and white. They will probably also discuss with us who is in charge of targeting and who is in charge of guarding when going up the mountain to fight tigers, and who is the purpose of a certain dinner to share whose currency. They will probably also say goodbye to us via email. But we still love them. In our hearts, we wishfully beautify and imagine the knights of the 19th century, yearn for the ideal robots synthesized by technology in the 23rd century, and love them as always in reality.

…Please fax me an occasional handwritten rather than typed note asking me out for lunch in the early 2000s. Sole proprietorship treats me to a bottle of fine wine from the last century. Say goodbye affectionately on the phone. As for the end of the 21st century, I can't care so much. I have already turned into a beam of radio waves and discussed the issues of the 19th century with other radio waves.