Tuesday, February 9, 2010

How easy is a bush supposed a bear

BABIES

I fear holding newborn babies. They're fragile. Their necks are very thin, and it looks like the head may just twist off. You pick up the baby, forget to hold its' head properly and "POP CRACK," dead baby.

And there are others, guys mainly, who are afraid of holding young babies. It is a common phobia. So common that I would call it a phenomena.

Strangely, I do not feel like this phenomena applies to other fragile, valuable objects. Want me to coddle the Mona Lisa? Sure, I'd do that. Here is the remote for an armed atom bomb, hold it? Sure, I'll hold that too. I'd even try to burp it given sufficient incentive. But babies, I will not hold.

Perhaps it is genetic -- there has been sufficient selective pressure to make men predisposed to being afraid of babies. I can imagine a lot of shamed faces and devastated grunting after our ancestors picked up a newborn, went to cuddle it with love and accidently crushed it to death instead. Assuming men were more likely to hold babies related to them, a likely prospect, all the requirements for natural selection are present: a life/death scenario, a genetic link and the natural genetic variation found in all creatures.

That's it, and I am convinced men are genetically predisposed to be afraid of babies. I don't have to be ashamed of my fear anymore. In my most guttural roar of science, I have defended my manhood.

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