Natalie Wolchover, Life’s Little Mysteries Staff Writer
Date: 26 September 2012 Time: 06:34 PM ET
Why do straight men devote so much headspace to those big, bulbous bags of fat drooping from women’s chests? Scientists have never satisfactorily explained men’s curious breast fixation, but now, a neuroscientist has struck upon an explanation that he says “just makes a lot of sense.”
Larry Young, a professor of psychiatry at Emory University who studies the neurological basis of complex social behaviors, thinks human evolution has harnessed an ancient neural circuit that originally evolved to strengthen the mother-infant bond during breast-feeding, and now uses this brain circuitry to strengthen the bond between couples as well. The result? Men, like babies, love breasts.
When a woman’s nipples are stimulated during breast-feeding, the neurochemical oxytocin, otherwise known as the “love drug,” floods her brain, helping to focus her attention and affection on her baby. But research over the past few years has shown that in humans, this circuitry isn’t reserved for exclusive use by infants.
HH: I don’t think that is exactly a new theory. Especially to those of us that have breasts, this has crossed our minds.
Uncanny resemblance: When disturbed the snake mimic hawkmoth caterpillar pulls in its legs and head and expands the front part of its body, to take on the appearance of a serpent. The brown part, which appears to be the top of the snake’s head, is actually the caterpillar’s underside
When threatened it will pull in its legs and head and expand the front part of its body to make itself resemble a snake.
The brown head of this ‘snake’ is actually the underside of the caterpillar.
Title: ” New Life” Name:Richard W J Koh, Singapore
Photographer’s Description: A day or two after a heavy downpour, I found fungus growing from an old log left in the garden. At night, I was preparing to photograph it when I smelt something unusual coming from it. Under careful lighting, I discovered that the fungus was smoldering with what I guess must be its spores! It was a rare amazing display of new life.
Whenever I go out to the fields in the west valley, I look for the highest perch that the birds of prey will roost on and sometimes mark as their territory. At the bottom of that perch (in this case a very tall power pole), you find their feeding leftovers. There are balls of regurgitated hides of eaten field mice, gophers, wings of smaller birds, bones that were not digestible, especially small skulls.
What exactly is my fascination with this, I am not certain, but think it is because I am trying to figure out what was the meal of the day.
I also have a collection of larger skulls I have found in my recent travels, from cattle to coyote, to rabbits, to mice. Sometimes it is just a jaw bone. I have them on my patio and one day I may make a mobile out of them. Someday soon.