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Just Like Penguins And Other Primates, People Trade Sex For Resources

New research shows that even affluent college students who don’t need resources will still attempt to trade sexual currency for provisions, said Daniel Kruger, research scientist at the University of Michigan School of Public Health.

[ ]…The majority of students were well aware of their own attempts to trade reproductive currency, Kruger said. However, if they were in committed relationships, they did not view the partnership as trading in reproductive currencies, he said.

Overall, the strategy of attempting to exchange investment for sex is only successful about 25 percent of the time, the paper found.

I’ve always thought that the emotional trades that people make were enough fodder for cynicism so this isn’t helping my attitude in the least. The specific things traded for sex included things like sports tickets and hand bags. I guess if hook ups are a kind of contract, that material items aside include trust issues about emotions and disease then maybe the idea of getting some token prize if you will is like having fun at the fair and you just happen to win a prize too. The 25 percent success rate ( about 118 students of the 475 group) isn’t insignificant, yet at the same time it means that most people are uncomfortable with the idea of reducing intimacy to a material transaction. Now that I’ve told myself that why do I still feel a little more cynical then average.

koy on wood

“The British are coming” or something like that was yelled by Mr. Paul Revere on this day in 1775 on his famous ride to warn the colonists of Massachusetts.

Speaking of British invasions, this is what Barack Obama should have said instead of the echo of What’s The matter With Kansas,

I can’t get no satisfaction
I can’t get no satisfaction
‘Cause I try and I try and I try and I try
I can’t get no, I can’t get no

When I’m drivin’ in my car
And the man comes on the radio
He’s tellin’ me more and more
About some useless information
Supposed to drive my imagination

I can’t get no, oh no, no, no
Hey, hey, hey, that’s what I say

lyrics from two British invaders named Mick Jagger and Keith Richards. A song that expresses similar sentiments as the Senators that working class folks can relate to.