Silos of Man

Chapter 18 - And Then There Were None

"Good morning, ladies, I hope that you all had a great week.  Please scroll to Chapter Four, IMPACT ANALYSIS OF MALES ON THE EVOLUTION OF HUMANITY, on page 91 of our class text."  I'm right down to business today as I'm not in the mood for repartees after the week I've had.  "We're going to start this morning with a high-level overlook of the global social order pre-pandemic, and finish with The Unravelling itself, although we may not be able to cover all the material, this class, so some independent study on this will be necessary."

Respectfully, they all follow my lead, ceasing their chatter and getting right down to business with me.  "So, let's start at the beginning.  The planet you're on starting circling the sun 6 billion years ago.  Although we know some basal human DNA dates back about 800,000 years, it was only about 50 thousand years ago that Homo Sapiens were interbreeding with Neanderthals and Denisovans, creating what eventually became our human DNA.  Point is we're young – REALLY YOUNG, and as such are still influenced by our evolutionary-based animalistic tendencies, to some extent." 

"I like to use the increased craving for sugar during menstruation as an example of this, and a point of reference for us, because the sex drive for most females outside of the window between ages sixteen/seventeen to twenty-two/twenty-three, are less intense than those menstrual cravings. The male craved and sought sexual contact with that kind of hormonal-based regularity and intensity. When we see a piece of cake or treat of our choice during our hormonally vulnerable time, that craving increases, right?" I leave some space for all the giggles and head-nodding and then continue, "For males, when they existed, this sense of craving was regularly triggered just by functioning in society, as they interacted with females whom they found attractive – their treat of choice, in our analogy. What made it worse for them, is that their hormonally vulnerable time was not limited to one week per month, but instead was the full duration of their peak reproductive years." This time many heads in the class were shaking with sympathetic disapproval of these people who once were.

"As many of us function just fine alongside our cravings without succumbing, so too did about a billion males.  Sadly however, about two third of them across the globe were gluttonous with their cravings, and would often cause sexual harm to others as they fed their gluttony. They did this either secretly, as was the case in developed and 'enlightened' nations, or openly, as was the case in underdeveloped or dogmatically-run nations where ignorance of, or apathy to gender-based inequalities and violence, entitled males to treat females in any manner they chose.  This was most often with oppression, subordination and even violence." 

I'm noticing a lot more head nodding and less wide-eyed wonder this year too.  I continue, "In fact, given the intensity of their sexual drives, males in parts of the world slower to evolve their prioritization of humanity over religious dogma, demanded that females cover aspect of their person which most attracted male sexual interest, like hair, breasts, limbs etcetera.  Just as shockingly, females in these places were raised to accept these norms as the word of their god, instead of the patriarchal dogmatic practices they were, which were put in place by males, in the name of God to help them reign-in their lustful urges, and to keep other males from experiences these urges and attacking and violating females in their families.  This was their version of hiding a piece of cake at the back of the fridge because it's tempting, and not yours.  Only it was people that these urge-filled males were covering-up and hiding away, not pastries.  Their concepts and practices were so horrendously misogynistic, that at one time in their not too distant past, if a female in those places was violated by a male, the female was punished – often stoned to death, for tempting the male, by existing."  I hear more grunts of acknowledgments than gasps this year.  Cold tingles spread from my spine to my toes as I notice this further sign that the anti-cure movement is getting its message about male humanity out to the young masses.