Sinanation

This is an amazing post written by my friend, mentor and business partner Andrea on his blog http://thewaterrat.com/

I enjoyed it so much that I had to share it on Sinanation too. All credits to Andrea and his secret book on body parts.

The buttocks have quite unfairly become the joke region of the human body. They make people laugh; they are a popular subject for dirty jokes. The behind, the back side, the bum, the buns, the arse, the rump, the bottom – whatever name they are given, the buttocks are looked upon as either ridiculous or obscene. Even when they are considered an erotic zone, because of their proximity with the genitals, they are more likely to be pinched or slapped than caressed.

It’s easy to see how this negative attitude has come about. The buttocks are not alone. Between them lurks the anus, through which must pass, day after day, all our solid waste matter and - even more notoriously – the occasional emission of gas. Furthermore, when we bend down the genitals swing into view, also framed by the twin curves of the buttocks. So there is no escaping excretory and sexual associations.

It follows from this that to display the buttocks is interpreted either as a gross insult – a symbolic act of defecation on an enemy – or as a gross obscenity – a shameless presentation of sexual organs.

The buttocks display is sometimes made more abusive by the addition of the phrase ‘kiss my arse’. Taken at face value this is insulting because it demands a humiliating act of subordination. But there is more to it than that: the Greeks believed that the buttocks were the most beautiful part of the human anatomy. The human hemispheres were so different from the tough patches of hardened skin on the lean-bottomed apes that the Greeks saw them, quite correctly, as supremely human and non-bestial. The curvaceous Goddess of Love, Aphrodite Kallipygos – the ‘Goddess with Beautiful Buttocks’ – was said to have a behind more aesthetically pleasing than any other part of her anatomy.

It was argued that if rounded buttocks were the hallmark distinguishing mankind from the beasts, then the monsters of darkness must lack this particular anatomical feature. Early Europeans believed that the devil, even though he could assume human form, could never complete the transformation because he could never manage to simulate the rounded human buttocks. Historically, the devil was depicted as having another face instead of the buttocks. This second face is the one which was supposed to be kissed by witches as part of the ritual of the Sabbath.  The concept of arse-kissing survived and the popular phrase was incorporated in the modern insult.

The females of apes have brightly colored rumps. Their hind quarters become increasingly conspicuous and swollen as the time of ovulation approaches, then recede again as it passes. This means that a male can tell at a glance whether a female is sexually active.

Human females are different. Their rumps do not rise and fall with their menstrual cycles. Their buttocks remain protuberant throughout. Matching this, sexuality also remains high. As part of her pair-bonding system, the human female has extended her sexiness so that she’s always potentially responsive to the male (mhhhh…).  The female’s sex signal is accentuated by two other properties: the backward rotation of the pelvis and the sway of the hips in walking. The typical female has a more arched back than the male. When she walks, the different leg and hip design of the female skeleton produces a greater undulation in the buttock region. She wiggles as she walks.

The females of our early ancestors were much bigger-buttock-ed than their modern counterparts as evidence from ancient skeletons points out. One possible explanation of this is that our ancestors mated from behind. As we evolved into erect posture and our rump muscles bulged into buttocks, the swollen shape became the main sex signal. Females with larger rumps sent the stronger sex signals so that this condition started to increase until the buttocks became huge. The huge buttocks started however to interfere with the sexual act. The males solved the problem by switching to frontal copulation. As part of this new approach, the female breasts became permanently swollen as mimics of the large hemispherical buttocks. This later version of the human female, better balanced and more agile, was at a considerable advantage over the fat-laden earlier model, which was gradually replaced.

The presentation of the buttocks in a humble bent-over posture has had an enduring role as an appeasement gesture. In this respect there is no difference between the ape and human individual. In all cases the ‘presenter’ is saying “I offer myself in the passive female role. Please show your dominance by mounting me instead of attacking me”. The dominant individuals rarely attack such a subordinate, either ignoring it, or else mounting it briefly and making a few formalized pelvic thrusts.

Between lovers, buttock clasping is common in both courtship and copulation itself. It is this sexual linkage, again, that causes the occasional furore over the notorious Italian pursuit of bottom-pinching. Any attractive girl walking the streets of an Italian city is liable to have her buttocks pinched by admiring strangers.

Humankind has always been selfish and territorial. We are the most intelligent creatures on Earth, but we are also very fragile. The power of nature over and the influence of another being on us contradicts with our survival instincts.

Unlike other creatures on Earth survival has a totally different meaning for humans. Survival for us is not just staying alive. It is taking control, making the life around us obey us. That is why we have never actually been content. We have never been satisfied with the things we are blessed with. Like a Pepsi commercial we have never ceased “asking for more”. That is why the questions that start with “What if”s have haunted all of us since our creation. Unfortunately this obsession got even stronger with the introduction of personalized technology in our lives. This technology has pushed us into individualism and turned our lives into self-proclaimed monarchies. We are no longer as patient. We are no longer as giving. We reached a point where we can no longer shelter anyone else in our private kingdoms. Relationships started to fall apart while marriages end up in divorces.

Walkman and its new generation cousins, the MP3 players are one of the best examples to such personalized technology. They have brought two things to our lives. First they brought more control in the sense that their users no longer had to put up with radio stations where there is almost no control over the songs played. Second they influenced individualism, allowing users to put on their earphones in any setting they wanted. Face to face interaction has been minimized. Computers and the Internet are other examples to this technology. New age computers have minimized our tolerance to patience by addicting us to “command and control”. Requests started to be fulfilled with just the push of a button. Discussions and enduring efforts are no longer required. The Internet tied us to a chair and brought the world to us. We no longer go to the supermarket to pick the freshest food. We no longer go to the shops to pick clothes or furniture. We are stuck behind closed doors, standing in front of a screen. Outgoing no longer. We are fully-equipped and self-sufficient kings of our own kingdoms with our only companions, the technological devices.

Most of us try hard to break the habit. We push ourselves to find a person to share it all with. Yet most of the time most of us fail. We slowly start to realize that the technological advances we created to serve us have turned us into the servants. They became our favorite companions. They made us believe that we only have room for ourselves inside our little self-proclaimed kingdoms. As Apple has ingeniously summarized it for all of us: We all became addicted to “I” and let go of “we”.

Sometimes we get so stuck that we forget about the things that matter the most to us. From work to relationships we end up spending all our effort on something that will eventually lead us nowhere. Sometimes it is not up to us to make a change.

The more energy we put on work might not come back to us with a promotion. The more time we spend talking to that girl we like so much might not end up with a steady relationship. We have to know the facts and read the signs well before it is too late. Before it is too late to do the stuff that do not really define us and get back to the person or the project we once cared for so much. We all know that is a difficult task to accomplish. Sometimes we just want to give it a try. We close our eyes and plug our ears to all the cautions. We go deeper and deeper to test the limits of our abilities. We hold tight to destiny and believe nature will find a way. We don’t let go until our pants catch on fire. When we finally get the idea to put off the fire, we are left with that heavy regret of not focusing on something else which or someone else who could have given us all that we were yearning for in the first place. And that regret pushes us to a frenzy, making us do all the things we used to criticize other people for.

With relationships there will always be one side which is trying harder. One side that loves more than the other. One side that will sacrifice more than the other to make things work. At the end of the day there is one question we have to ask yourselves: “Can we honestly tell ourselves that the other side is trying to make it work for us?” Unless the answer is yes, we have to quit pretending and care enough about ourselves to save the time and energy for something else that will benefit us in the longterm. We all know that this decision takes time to sink in, but the faster, the better it will be for us.

With work and other projects that we believe in so much, we have to make it a priority to calculate the amount of control we have on the matter. There is one question to be asked “Will all this effort make a positive change for us?” It might not be a promotion, but an inner satisfaction or a better relationship with our superiors. Those kinds of achievements are surely worth trying for. Yet, if we can no longer see a positive change for ourselves as a result of our efforts we have to take a pause and redesign our priorities.

We have to keep trying and keep innovating until we make the best use of our precious time. We should know that as long as we don’t care for our own nobody else will. We are all too good to dedicate ourselves to things that will not make us better.

Workday…time for lunch. The weather is great and it feels good to get outside the office. Stretch the legs a little, shop the store displays with your eyes. What could be better than seeing beautiful girls out on the street, enjoying the sun and the warm weather? Think twice. Being closer to most of the modeling agencies in New York has thought me a lot about these few hand-picked girls that make it to the runways. It is as if they go through a brainwash once they step into the agency. They are thought to never smile again or maybe smile if it is unmistakably necessary. Maybe it is the attitude they impose on themselves. Maybe they deny to look approachable. Maybe they have bad teeth. Maybe they see the regular streets of the city as runways and the pedestrians as the designers or clothing line owners who might pick them for a show or catalogue. The unhappy, extremely serious and tall beautiful girl. It should the plate number for models just like the plate number for an M.D.’s car.

Love has been regarded as the purest most natural and peaceful feeling between humans. Yet nowadays it became the reward of an unethical fetish, a mysterious and stressful game we play with one another. We consume all our energy and attention to get the person we love and once we get what we want we are generally disappointed to find out that the reward did not deserve the effort.

The modern cycle of love lies in the heart of a simple story…

An ordinary night. Sitting at home, watching a movie with friends. The sound of a handful popcorn being crashed in the mouth is the only allowed extraterrestrial sound. We share the same couch, but are all on a personal journey to where ever the movie takes us.

I don’t know if it is the over-emotional love scene or the heart-breaking break-up, but a friend leans over and whispers in my ear “when will you meet Girl X again?” I answer perplexed and annoyed “How would I know! Just watch the movie, we’ll talk later.” Why would a friend do this to you? Remind you the fact that has been bugging you since your last date. You let your guard down tranquilized with scenes from the unrealistic over-exposed romance movie. Some love song included in the soundtrack scratches your ears and the dilemma “Why don’t I call the Girl X right now? What is holding me back?” sneaks up to your brain like a poisonous snake, hissing away your peaceful thoughts.

Thank you friend for ruining the movie for me.

I feel like the master of communication, yet I am hopeless like a paralyzed person. I can’t do anything to ruin my chances with Girl X. My phone is peacefully waiting to command all my wishes. A phone call? You got it. Texting? Nothing can be easier and it will show you all the bullshit stuff you sent her before to grab her attention. Email? Right away. Facebook? Can you ask for something more challenging? Like a fat person craving for food, I sit on the couch in the dark shaking, trembling and sweating with the desire to get in touch. My hands are tied.

Like many friends, I have been to too many interviews on Love Street to know that it is not the joy of emotions or the act of love that gets you the girl, but how well you play and handle the whole game. Don’t let 95% of the love movies fool you. Love Actually? Give me a break. Notting Hill? Woman on Top? You really need to put those DVDs away and get the real facts. The whole love scene has evolved and changed to meet the demands of today’s universe. You have to catch up or you will be loveless.

Flirting can almost be written on a few pieces of paper with mathematical equations and a few footnotes. Dating can well be turned into a diagram made up of a few “Situation”, “Reaction” and “Outcome” boxes. Breakup has gotten even worse where both parties started asking themselves “Are we really broken up?” even if one of the parties starts dating someone else.