Attack on Gestation!

o_O *headesk* Say what? Wimmins are attacking their babies while they are still inside the womb and turning them gay?

THE HUMANITY!

And I love the way they drag someone in at the end to say "See, it isn't our fault, now you need to treat us like everyone else." Which, truly, I agreed with before hand - I didn't care if it was biological or socialization or a conscious choice.

Let us start scapegoating. Yet another thing that women are to blame for... Like women are able to choose, in this instance, what their children are going to be like.

The scientist in me can see the logic in the speculation, like a reptile egg - different temperature rates will determine sex... We are at the mercy of our internal chemical systems. That self-same scientist can see something out of science fiction happening where gestation is taken away from women so that "perfect little children designed to take their place in society" can be produced in factories like the rest of our stuff. *shudder*


Womb environment 'makes men gay'

A man's sexual orientation may be determined by conditions in the womb, according to a study.

Previous research had revealed the more older brothers a boy has, the more likely he is to be gay, but the reason for this phenomenon was unknown.

But a Canadian study has shown that the effect is most likely down to biological rather than social factors.

The research is published in the journal of the Proceedings of the National Academy of Sciences.

Professor Anthony Bogaert from Brock University in Ontario, Canada, studied 944 heterosexual and homosexual men with either "biological" brothers, in this case those who share the same mother, or "non-biological" brothers, that is, adopted, step or half siblings.


He found the link between the number of older brothers and homosexuality only existed when the siblings shared the same mother.

The amount of time the individual spent being raised with older brothers did not affect their sexual orientation.

'Maternal memory'

Writing in the journal, Professor Bogaert said: "If rearing or social factors associated with older male siblings underlies the fraternal birth-order effect [the link between the number of older brothers and male homosexuality], then the number of non-biological older brothers should predict men's sexual orientation, but they do not.

"These results support a prenatal origin to sexual orientation development in men."

He suggests the effect is probably the result of a "maternal memory" in the womb for male births.

A woman's body may see a male foetus as "foreign", he says, prompting an immune reaction which may grow progressively stronger with each male child.

The antibodies created may affect the developing male brain.

In an accompanying article, scientists from Michigan State University said: "These data strengthen the notion that the common denominator between biological brothers, the mother, provides a prenatal environment that fosters homosexuality in her younger sons."

"But the question of mechanism remains."

Andy Forrest, a spokesman for gay rights group Stonewall, commenting on this and other studies, said: "Increasingly, credible evidence appears to indicate that being gay is genetically determined rather than being a so-called lifestyle choice.

"It adds further weight to the argument that lesbian and gay people should be treated equally in society and not discriminated against for something that's just as inherent as skin colour."

Story from BBC NEWS:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/1/hi/health/5120004.stm
*x-posted to feminist*

Snackatistas Unite!

So I decided to break out an old appliance, squirrelled away in a cabinet... to make the most amazing lunch evah! I had totally forgotten about this little item, until I stumbled across a Hello Kitty version of it over on Cute Overload. Mmmmn. Pepper turkey with swiss and cranberry sauce, toasted into those little triangles! Of course, I had lost track of the instructions. I had no idea if my experiment would work - or explode in my face. Hence, the Googling of Toastmaster Snackmaster, where I found THIS:






Toastmaster Sandwich Maker
by David P. Kleinschmidt

The Toastmaster Sandwich Maker has one purpose in life. It grills cheese sandwiches. Its operation is simplicity itself: Clamp it around a raw grilled cheese sandwich, wait four minutes and pull out a cooked grilled cheese sandwich—no fuss, no muss. (Actually, there is rather a lot of muss if you use too much cheese. It kind of oozes out the sides of the machine and gets in the electrical work and you can never quite escape the smell of molten Brie. But I digress.)

I got one of these for Christmas one year while I was at college. Not being the kind of person who reads things—like the “instruction manual,” say, or even “the box”—the Toastmaster Sandwich Maker got rechristened The Snackmaster. But after a few poorly considered liverwurst and Tilsiter sandwiches gooped up the whole kitchen, it got re-rechristened The Snackblaster. But I digress again.

After I got back from break I was comparing loot with my roommates. I held up the machine like I was the messiah of some kind of Betty Crocker cargo cult. “Behold!” I proclaimed. “The Snackblaster!”

“What’s it do?” asked one of the nonbelievers.

“It makes grilled cheese sandwiches!”

“Oh yeah, we have one of those at home,” said one particular smartass. “But we call it a griddle.”

“No, no! This is a revolution in cookware. It turns grilled cheese sandwiches into grilled cheese sandwiches with patterns on them.” But they did not understand. They mocked and belittled me. And when they came home to the welcoming aroma of grilled salami and Gorgonzola, they mocked and belittled me harder, and with their noses pinched shut.

Years later, I was sitting in a caffé where they charge extra for coffee to pay for the second “f” in their name, when I noticed something familiar sitting in the refrigerator case. A selection of nine-dollar grilled cheese sandwiches—with patterns on them. I jumped to my feet and saw, behind the counter, the biggest Snackblaster in the world. Later I even saw one at Williams-Sonoma, but they called it an “Italian-Made Panini Press” and charged a hundred bucks for it. The Snackblaster had become trendy—vindication.

I called up my former roommate, who now works for the NSA, for the first time in five years. “The cookware revolution is here!” I shouted jubilantly into the phone.

“What? Who is this?” he asked.

“¡Yo soy Che Gruyera de las Snackatistas!” But I had to hang up quick to go clean up the dill havarti that was spurting out of The Snackblaster.

Pros: Turns grilled cheese sandwiches into grilled cheese sandwiches with patterns on them.

Cons: Shamefully, my NSA dossier now lists “Che Gruyera” as an alias.