Sunday, January 06, 2008
A study has found that male macaque monkeys "pay" for sex by grooming females. The article mentions that after having been groomed by a male, the female monkey is three times more likely to give up some monkey love to her personal nit-picker. The lady monkeys are savvy businesswomen for demanding payment up front. Of course, this has no significance with regard to humans, as the males grooming our females are the less likely than average to interfere with those females sexually. The other irony is that in human society, nit-pickers are far less likely to score with the opposite sex. It was ever thus.
Comments on this post have prompted me to append this post with an additional note. Tickersoid wrote that seamonkeys were always at it with no grooming ritual required, thank you very much.
Well, when I was at univ ( about 10 years ago), I discovered the Seamonkey watch, and I wore mine to school rather frequently-- at least when I didn't have opera rehearsal and 16 hour school days. This watch has a removeable plastic bubble dome on the face, and you have a little mini-turkey-baster thingie and can suck up a couple seamonkeys from their little tank and inject them into the bubble and wear them around all day. (not recommended for sunny, outdoor wearing.) A pair of seamonkeys can live in the little bubble for 12 hours. Well, sitting in music theory lectures, I could watch my pets swimswim in circles. I rather fancied I was Bruce Dern in the Seamonkey version of Silent Running, the last remaining bubble of seamonkeydom nature was on my wrist, and I would never jettison it back into space, no matter what ground control said-- I was down for the count with my seamonkeys. Mostly, though, I watched them try to make baby seamonkeys - they were constantly hooking up. I'd say to someone "hey, look at my seamonkeys" and they'd say "I only see one-- oh, that's two, uh" and I'd be embarrassed that my seamonkeys were such exhibitionists, canoodling in public and whatnot. At the end of the day, I'd use the baster thingie to hoover them out of the bubble and re-introduce them to the general seamonkey population. Eventually, that batch of seamonkeys died, and I lost their biodome bubble from the watch anyway, and maybe, just for a second, got a little bored. (who, me? Lose interest? Look! A dragonfly!)
Thus ended my seamonkey career. Alas. But for a moment, it was beautiful.