A new study claims that women are HARD WIRED regret casual sex whereas men are HARD WIRED to think random sex is great. This isn't because civilizations place high value on controlling female sexuality and humans are social creatures with an aversion to ostracization; this is because of SCIENCE. HARD WIRED SCIENCE.
A recent review published in Philosophical Transactions of the Royal Society B argues that women are catty and gossipy because of evolution. It was likely dreamt up in the twilight hours, after its author watched the mall safari scene of Mean Girls and thought, "I wonder...."
Women's magazines and the womynternet (copyright me 2 seconds ago/my actual rock bottom) have long searched for the secret to Making the Boys Like You. Perfect hair? Skin that glows like you've just swam a lap in a pool of radioactive waste? Giant palm fronds extending from your eyeball skin in lieu of eyelashes? The…
A sexy new sex study in the scintillating legitimate science field of (wait for it) evolutionary psychology has set out to answer a single question that has confounded all but the most emotional confident libertines: wtf is the procreational point of oral sex? It doesn’t directly satisfy humans’ biological imperative…
Ok, so, yes, women can create life inside their bodies, but what the fuck is up with how bad they are at throwing? Science investigates.
I don't want to hate evolutionary psychology, but I do. I hate it. It's a field of study that could be legitimately interesting, if it weren't constantly being twisted into a justification for backward (and, frankly, un-evolved) anti-feminist bullshit. Like, sure, maybe a part of me does want a dude who could kick a…
Sometimes our planet's constant wars can seem as senseless and brutish as a bunch of Neanderthals throwing rocks at each other, and according to one team of scientists, that's what they are: an outgrowth of men's instinct to defend their mates and territories against outsiders. Are you skeptical? Good.
Everyone already knows that women are back-stabbing bitches who are eager to cut another lady down, especially if that lady is sexy. And now, there's scientific proof.
A new study purports to answer the burning question of why women fake orgasms: it's to keep a man faithful, of course.
New research promises to shed light on why we eat how we eat, and whether or not the gender of our dining companions really influences our food choices that much.
Women's voices tend to vary in pitch over the course of their menstrual cycle, and scientists have speculated that this might help them advertise their fertility to men. Turns out, it doesn't.
Evolutionary psychologist Satoshi Kanazawa stooped to new levels of awfulness in his post claiming "black women are significantly less physically attractive than women of other races." His racist remarks could cost him his job at the London School of Economics.
Perhaps you've seen the study that found that men are more likely to pay for dinner if their date is attractive. For today, rather than going into the sociopolitical implications of this, we'd just like to give you a few highlights from the study itself, whose language is pretty amusing.
Evolutionary psychologist Satoshi Kanazawa has made it his mission to oppose feminism, which he defines as "the radical notion that women are men." His latest column — on why all women are essentially prostitutes — inspired us to take a look back at his mansplaining oeuvre.
Evolutionary psychologists have edited Abraham Maslow's legendary hierarchy of needs to replace "self-actualization" with "parenting." In response, we've created our own hierarchy of material needs — because who needs self-actualization or kids when you've got hand towels?
How much does it suck to be short in America? $50,000 much? According to a new book reviewed in the Times today, that's how much the hormone treatments cost to give a kid an extra inch of height.
New research purports to show that women are getting more attractive, because pretty women have more children and, proportionately, more daughters. Take this news with, as the tabloids say, a boulder of salt.