Slaves of the Flesh or How We Are Voluntary Stupid
Let's be honest for a second. Men are out here -- thinking, breathing, capable of creating and building and asking the big questions about life -- and a huge chunk of us are absolutely fixated on someone's behind. Not in a poetic way. Literally. A body part whose whole job, biologically speaking, is to get rid of waste. Out of everything. That. And the concerning part is nobody really stops to ask why. We just accept it and joke about it because "it's human". Or maybe we're just cowards. Is it solely biological? Is it a distraction from something deeper that we're trying to avoid? Or does it say something more uncomfortable about how we, as men, actually operate? Because if we're being real — we don't know why we're here. We never fully figured that out. And maybe that's exactly the point. Maybe the ass is easier than the answer. So what do you think? Is this just nature? Or a desing flaw?