In the past brawn ruled the earth, brute strength determined who got to sow his oats and whose bloodline ended with him, it would even seem the more brutish a man was, the better!
In the dark ages Conan the barbarian had a field day with the ladies while lesser endowed mortals could only hope to pick up the dregs. Question is; has anything changed really? I mean maybe we don't have Conan swinging his sword and chopping off some poor fellows head or running after a buck and felling it single handedly to impress the ladies, but he is right here, he is the guy running your sputtering Vitz of the road with his unnerving Hummer, he is here dazzling the ladies with designer suits while you dress in cheap generic suits from Tuskys; you buy her kingfisher but he buys her real vintage wine.
Conan is here, he never left, and despite all the new age claims and all the loud talking from the fifty fifty brigade, he is going nowhere. If in the dark ages the strongest man attracted the ladies who were banking on his potential to provide food and protect offspring, then today the interpretation of strongest might have become modified but still the strongest man, armed with money and power, struts the land leaving broken hearts and bulging tummies in his wake.
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