As a nest defender, a woman has rain software that allows her to receive an arc of at least 45° clear vision to each side of her head and above and below her nose. Many women’s peripheral vision is effective up to almost 180°.
A man’s eyes are configured for a type of long-distance tunnel vision which means which means that he can see clearly and accurately directly in front of him and over greater distances.
As a hunter, a man needed vision that would allow hime to zero in on, and pursue, targets in the distance. He evolved with almost blindered vision so that he would not be distracted from targets, whereas a woman needed eyes to allow a wide arc of vision so that she could monitor any predators sneaking up on the nest.
This is why modern men can find their way effortlessly to a distant pub, but can never find things in the fridge.
In the UK in 1997, there were 4,132 child pedestrians killed or injured on the roads, of which 2,640 were boys in 1,492 were girls. Boys takes more risks crossing the road than girls and this, combined with poorer peripheral vision, increases their injury rate.
Men’s brains, being pre-wired for hunting, see a much narrower field. Women’s brains decode information over a wider peripheral range because of their past defending the nest.
DAYTON, Ohio (CN) - Dayton police “mistook” a mentally handicapped teenager’s speech impediment for “disrespect,” so they Tasered, pepper-sprayed and beat him and called for backup from “upward of 20 police officers” after the boy rode his bicycle home to ask his mother for help, the boy’s mom says.
Setting:Our dog sleeps in the kitchen, but he has several rules about that. 1. No leaky faucets. 2. No insects that buzz/make noise. 3. He will make random demands to come into the house in the middle of the night. 4. There has to be a night light.
Me:Mom, the night light in the kitchen burnt out. I took the extra one in the bathroom for [the dog].
Mom:Really? Are you sure. He might not like that one. He's picky.
Setting:driving my mother around town. Mother not totally computer literate, just functional enough to send short emails with no attachments and use accounting software.
Mother:The other day I had to go help [insert name of friend/former employer], and I had to use the old software to do some work. But the license ran out already because it was from a few years ago. You know what I did?
Me:No, what did you do?
Mother:I changed the clock on the computer. I turned it to 2008 and it let me use the software again!
This is why she is great. Yar, sail those seas, Mommy!
I will kill you. I will kill you soon. Or I will go to sleep and then you will suck my blood like the little vampire that you actually are. Oh yes, I know you for your true colours, you conniving little evil pestilence. But guess what? I’m going to tell you now that you’ll die very shortly. Will it be because I smacked the hell out of you? Will it be because I’m going set a trap for you using blood, urine, and feces from a leper stewing in it’s juices under a hot Mediterranean sun then jarred and specially imported for your demise? Or will it be that your life expectancy is fairly short and you’ve already lived a portion of it? Who is to say? So live in fear for your solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short life. Asshole.