For the purposes of this post – and my ego – I am Prometheus.

And I have put myself at great peril, to steal for you – FROM ZEUS HIMSELF! – the gift of COMMENTS! Never before encountered anywhere throughout the wide expanse of the world of web, these “comments” will allow all mortals visiting The Sporadical the freedom to let their opinions known, instigate and extend discussions, make weirder the already strange, point out grammatical errors, play the game Who Has the Biggest Conceptual Penis?, naively and emotionally defend commonly held beliefs under the hypnotic power of a largely self-imposed peer pressure, warm themselves at night and better prepare food that isn’t Tastykakes.

You know nothing of these things now, but surely from this great addition to humanity will evolve complex systems of science, philosophy, politics, and art [...]

Lets get this out of the way. I am not being super sexist in this thing…not trying to anyway. I’m simply playing the percentages of a particular view of reality to set up the premise for a half-decent comparison that leads to another tangential, sci-fi tale of irrelevance.

There. We’ll revisit this I’m sure…probably immediately.

From time to time — perhaps — even the most empowered female types may find themselves in a position, a predicament that they would certainly be able to overcome with time and the proper effort, but to which they would potentially benefit from a man more quickly completing the task. These are small, non-power-struggle things: jar opening…heavy lifting…shelf hanging…penis.

Very clearly, there certainly exist relationships where the woman would provide these things better than the man. But this careful dancing of gender grammar turns the post an even [...]