“Several epidemiological studies have shown a weak but statistically significant positive correlation between height and intelligence in human populations.” ~ Wikipedia article on height and intelligence
If God gave you a good brain And with it you dare think what you will You won’t be very acceptable In this world Being what you are
She wasn’t yet six months old Long & slim when The recommendations started coming That she should be a model That she’s beautiful That if we didn’t love her enough to acknowledge it That they would Gladly take her A sentiment they might never have shared With the mother at the beach whose five-year-old Boy had to *** Wasn’t allowed Wasn’t this such beauty Wasn’t the wind- & water-swept sand glad To miss a few drops of nourishment In fulfillment of ****** & emotional needs Prevented & punishable Of someone fated for a life of frustration Being what he is What’s more useful To smile for the camera To sell this baby smile To income she could earn for nothing Commended & rewarded Being what she is
How convenient for industry In its veneer of decency & thoughtfulness The opportunities provided by marketability Of just enough of her flesh Being what she is The denial of just enough of his To keep her smiling for the customer Throughout business hours for pay While he works overtime at the screen Solving business problems for relief In compounded frustration of forlorn existence Being what he is
She’s a tall slender vision in Spandex and Translucent wisp of gossamer that could’ve heated A bedroom like mine had it ever adorned there Such a shape that instead stands Statuesque in this supplement aisle Being what she is Where someone who’d spent the hours of study Enough to discuss how this B complex might Suit me more than that one might’ve been helpful I’m instead rendered ****** not to embrace and love But imagine during ******* For the sake of a bottom Line for this chain that uses her kind to net more From white American guys like me Than they could had they employed the knowledgable Being what they are
Indeed she’s a tall slender shrew no longer tamable Wed to the man Not flesh & blood so hard to please Should there be such a creature As a female nerd The term’s too limiting Surely as we need her to not be a bore To get techie with us when techie’s needed We can’t call it home without her intuition Her special way with a crying infant A ruffled colleague a nosy neighbor an aggravating in-law Or a case of frazzled nerves we bring home The surety that behind every great nerd’s a great woman Greater than ourselves A role too big for us to ask that she fill What’s so much easier In the name of feminine progress & freedom Selling her body glimpse by glimpse Earning her position customer by customer As she frustrates the studious from whom it’s been cheated As the master condemns the slave whose effort’s been stolen As I’m magnetically drawn like the moth to the flame For like the moth’s impulse mine’s evolved for a reason Turned on its head for such convenience The sake of the market That’s all just the same What could draw me but All the potential she never needed
This is the way the world ends The nerd with his choice of expressed reaction observes A society of sophistication & contraption Though it well may have been Assembled with decency & thoughtfulness Becomes little by little their veneer Until not one of his kind’s left Minding the store Whose photogenic collapse a compound frustration And forlorn existence can welcome As I’ll need no longer struggle To figure out what to say Once she gets enough past six months to ask Why someone dressed this way should be So smilingly quick to volunteer help To supply what remedy I seek Yet so slow to answer any further questions