OkTrends: The Mathematics of Beauty

OkTrends - This post investigates female attractiveness, but without the usual photo analysis stuff. Instead, we look past a woman's picture, into the reaction she creates in the reptile mind of the human male. Among the remarkable things [we've shown]:

• that the more men as a group disagree about a woman's looks, the more they end up liking her
• guys tend to ignore girls who are merely cute
• and, in fact, having some men think she's ugly actually works in woman's favor

Now I normally don't buy into these sorts of overarching claims, but this blog in particular has the support of the huge sample size because of the large dating site behind it (OkCupid). So everything here is based upon over 1.5 million votes, nearly 600,000 messages, and 64,000 separate profiles. Plus this article is crazy long and I'm WAY too lazy to construct an argument against this amount of data. I'm an American, not a mathematician.

In the end, they've discovered that if some guys think a girl is a 1 and others think she's a 10, she's going to get a lot more attention than a girl that everyone thinks is say...a 7. Even further, if two girls' looks scored the same (like the girls above), the one who produced the biggest variance is the one who got the most messages (the girl on the left).  You know why?  Cause some dudes like that shit.

It doesn't matter what that shit is.  It could be that you're fat.  Or that you're only 4'10".  Or that you're orange.  Some dudes wanna fuck Snooki!  Whatever it is you got, there are men out there that will eff it.

Check out the rest of that site too if you wanna lose a few hours.  Interesting stuff.

Stanley Cup Finals Preview (With Jokes!)

By TWW friend Rich
1997. That was a great time to be 13; Nike was in it’s prime and everyone my age craved the butt ugly 190 dollar basketball sneakers they made. Nike even made hockey cool, with commercials featuring Sergei Federov and our very own, Rod “The Bod” Brind’amour. A lot of boners happened in 1997, too, thanks to MTV spring break specials and scrambled porn.  However, the biggest boner I received that year came when the Flyers made it to the Stanley Cup Finals for the first time in my young life. Unfortunately, The Redwings took me to CB Perkins and ordered me cockblock waffles with blueball syrup.

And yet, here we are, 13 years later, as Flyered up as ever. The memory of the sweep still haunts us, but in retrospect, that 97 Redwings team was one of the best teams of all time(s) so it eases the pain a little, but damn, what if.... Anyway, the time has come to punish bad memories, win some mutha fuckin hockey games, take home the Stanley Cup, bring it to Old City, party with it at some stripper’s sorority, and drinkith from its herpes infested glory! Oh yes my friends, I can taste the Abreva already.

In order to drink from Stan’s mug of champions, we gotta take down the Blackhawks…like in that movie. The Flyers are the Somalian warlords that shoot down helicopters with bazookas, but instead of bazookas we have heavy slappers from the point. It’s gonna be great, I’m so Flyered up right now ova’ here!

Take a look at the matchups: