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I found a porn magazine. Most of the pages have no women on them, although there are a few tits and bums on show and some adverts for sex phone lines. Most of the contents are about cars. Custom cars. Third rate cars with crazy modifications.

It is obvious from the way the thing is put together that this is aimed at single men. The big clue is in the photographs; there are lots of pictures of cars and women apparently in action but without a man to be seen in the frame. These are fantasy pictures, you can almost see the holes where you could put your head through. Here is a picture of your mum's shopping car with its one litre engine replaced with a three litre V6 with supercharger and nitrous oxide injection (what a waste, burning the stuff!), all the interior is replaced by leather, the underside has neon tubes illuminating the road and there are enough speakers and amplifiers in the boot to get all the dictators in Latin America to surrender. This is the pride and joy of this bloke we are not photographing, the article is about him and his car but the readers don't want the photo spoilt with an image of a bloke. On the next page is a woman with no top, an unseen hand is placing CDs on her nipples.

There are advertisements for red buttons with flick-top safety catches that look suitable for use in nuclear submarines. The implication is clearly that such a button could be attached to the nitrous oxide injector, of course to actually fit the nitrous oxide would increase your insurance premiums, so that part of the kit is an optional extra, but the red button is de rigueur.

Nobody with a mental age over 25 would read this magazine. Nobody without a penis would want to read it.

This seems a clear case of males demonstrating at the lek. The rules are simple. The young males define rules as to which arbitrary piece of shiny gadgetry is desirable and the females take account of this, at least they are aware of which males the other males seem most jealous of, these are the males that are of interest to them. The winning male is the one which attracts the most females. However the males are unaware that the real winner is of course the female that gets the best male to sell the best car and spend the proceeds on her, because being associated with a male that is still in possession of a seducing machine doesn't make her an alpha female, it makes her his bitch.

No woman would ever want to be seen in such a car more than a month after becoming attached to the owner, to be seen in that situation would be a great blow to her self respect. If a female actually likes the shiny objects in the bower she should not be faithful to any of the males, remaining fickle and giving out the impression that she is a better and more glittering prize. To become the faithful partner of a male who still attends the lek (or cruise as it is sometimes known) would be to mark her out as subservient to the male rather than being the prize for which he had competed.

To a woman a custom car is proof of a man with surplus resources, a man with a custom car that is admired by other men is evidence of difficult to measure qualities in that man. It is just the same as the bower birds of New Guinea who prepare elaborate bowers full of shiny but fundamentally useless objects of just the appropriate type just to impress and attract a female. The bower is proof of the male's ability to find the objects, his persistence, his weaving skill and his understanding of the subtle social rules of bower construction: are scarlet feathers, pink mushrooms and blue berries in this year? Similarly having a custom car with a pumping stereo (of the right brand) and turning up outside the McDonalds Drive-Thru on a Thursday night when the other lads are doing the same is evidence that the lad has style, is popular, has money, knows the social rules and can organize his time efficiently. It makes more sense than making the poor lad slay a dragon or fight a duel.

The woman doesn't need to understand cars, she doesn't care about cars, she can tell which men the other men are respecting, that's all she needs to know. The ideal scenario is to snare the man seen to have the best car and get him to sell it and spend all the money on her, that way she can be confident of having an attractive mate and a mate who can provide for her offspring. Of course she doesn't think like that on a conscious level, she doesn't need to. Her body is far ahead of her brain. She'll find the right car, then start looking for rings.

Women's Cars

Have you ever noticed something about the cars that women with the money to choose drive? They are almost always small, strikingly coloured, open top and capable of out-driving the average car on the road but are easily caught by serious sportscars. None of that is coincidental. The job of a woman's car is to make her the centre of attention, but not her car. Women will spend a fortune on hairdressing and then get into an open-top car. That doesn't make any sense at all unless you realize that the job of such a car is to make the woman noticed. If the car is too glamorous it will upstage her, so women do not buy the very best cars in the world unless they are supremely self-confident, or lesbians. They would be much happier in an Alfa Romeo or a Mercedes than a Ferrari or a Bentley, it needs to make a statement but it must never make a louder statement than “wow, isn't she the woman you really want to fuck?” Women know that it's not just thirteen year old boys who might pay more attention to a Lamborghini than a stunning woman. They know how far to go without being upstaged by their wheels, not that they would ever admit that is the reasoning behind their choice.

The woman in the open top Alfa Romeo wants to be able to burn off Wayne the Kwik Fit tyre fitter in his souped up Saxo with twin four inch tailpipes but she wants to be noticed and overtaken by the playboy in his Aston Martin. Just fast enough, just glamorous enough, that will do the job. Women are always being chased by men, until they catch one.

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