Subourbon Mom


The Eyes Have It

I was looking through our latest copy of National Geographic (I think I am one of the dozen folks in the world still getting it–thanks Mom!), and I came across a couple of articles I couldn’t resist commenting on.

A recent study from Canada’s McMaster University tracked the way men and women moved their eyes as they scanned pictures of faces.  In a nutshell, women made more eye movements between the features then men, generating a more vivid picture in their minds.  I would like to know why women scan faces more—does this mean we’re naturally more critical of each other? (“Oh Lord, she’s got a glob of mascara on her left eyelid, Bless her heart.”) Unknown-4 Or is it just part of our enhanced communication skillset? (“Caveman Bob looks like he would be a better mate than Caveman Steve—he’s got laugh lines.”)

I would also like to know if the same holds true for other body parts—say, breasts, for example.   I would love to see a study done that determines if men spend the same amount of time scanning breasts as they do faces, or if it is more.  staring_at_boobs_640_88-588x492

To be fair, a study should also be done to determine if women scan men’s bodies as much as they do faces.  I’m betting they do—I like big…feet as much as the next girl.

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In another article, Caltech and UCLA used pictures of celebrities to study how the brain processes what the eyes see. They found out that an individual nerve cell fired up only when subjects were shown pictures of Halle Barry, even is she was dressed up as Cat Woman. Apparently, we use very few neurons for every image we see, and this makes our brains super-efficient at storing information. But if I’m using one neuron for each image, tv must REALLY be using up my brain capacity.

Think of all the images we see every day on tv, YouTube, and SnapChat.  No wonder I can’t find my keys or remember where I parked; I’m too busy assigning neurons to hotty actors like Patrick Dempsey and Ian Somerhalder while I Google people in the carpool line.

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 Since I am completely unable to pull up the name of the lead singer of U2 if I’m asked on the spot, or remember why I came into a room at any given time, my image storing capacity is clearly taking away my language and memory recall.

Maybe this is why in the 1950’s they called the tv “the idiot box.” I think they were on to something.

Now if only I could remember where I put the remote…maybe if I think of Patrick Dempsey holding it I’ll find it.


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So funny, Libby. Now I know where my memory has gone, too many good looking guys coming through the theme park. But we also have the guys we try to forget, but their big guts hanging well over their “barely on the hips belts,_ just won’t go away, they haunt us. Then there are the guys who have to hold their pants on because they are about to slide off their behinds. I hold my breath and keep my fingers crossed that nothing slips, or that they have to reach out and grab their wives who fell off their platfom shoes.. Meanwhile, I want to scream out, “I see London, I see France . . . .” sd

Comment by energywriter

I always tell people, if you ever want to feel good about yourself, go to a water park. Nothing but nasty there, and that includes the men! I’m not sure exactly when the man’s behind disappears, (somewhere in their 40s), but its nice to know we aren’t the only ones with things that shift!

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