Saturday, October 27, 2007

If Man is Still Alive... If Woman Can Survive


What will the human race, if it still exists, look like in the year 3000? Or even further out... say 10 thousand years? For some reason, I see us living back in caves. I'm not sure why. Maybe my fear of some future destruction.... caused by asteroids or maybe weapons of mass destruction. I'm not sure.
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Something to think about as we continue on this path of evolution. It has been suggested that we will have reached our peak in selection for physical characteristics in the year 3000.
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A report commissioned for TV Channel Bravo goes on to say humans will live up to 120 years and be 6 - 7 feet tall.
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"Physical features will be driven by indicators of health, youth and fertility that men and women have evolved to look for in potential mates, says the report, which suggests that advances in cosmetic surgery and other body modifying techniques will effectively homogenise our appearance.

Men will have symmetrical facial features, deeper voices and bigger penises...

Women will all have glossy hair, smooth hairless skin, large eyes and pert breasts...

Racial differences will be a thing of the past as interbreeding produces a single coffee-coloured skin tone. "
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The rather silly study borrows a theory from H. G. Wells that eventually we will split into two different races. This is way out, though. Tens of thouands of years. An "attractive, intelligent ruling elite and an underclass of dim-witted, ugly goblin-like creatures."
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Given that we don't lose all our hair because of radiation when the nukes fly, I wouldn't mind the future... with smooth, naturally hairless, tanned skin. No more shaving! Oh, and I look pretty good with that glossy hair! I can see my New Year's Eve 3000 date now.... his name will be Lurch. He's the tall, symmetrical- faced guy with the low voice who poses for Playgirl Magazine.
We can go back to my cave for drinks.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I don't know. I find these notions depressing. What ever happened to the beauty of diversity? Plastic surgery is an outward expression of our secret desire to conform. (Not to mention the fact that beauty is a now class issue. You fugly? Got money? Fuggehtaboutit. We'll make you beautiful. Beauty can be bought today and is a pasttime for the wealthy.)

I hope we don't all start looking alike. More than we already are.

And I certainly hope we don't split off into two races. I just know my prom date would be the centerfold for Goblingirl Magazine.