A male friend and I found ourselves in the parking lot of my old townhouse after dinner one night, just hanging out and talking to each other in the car. The townhouse in front of where we were parked was having a party. There were drunk morons a plenty.

Someone suggested playing darts.

My interest was peaked. I started straining to hear the conversation, so turned off the radio. Thankfully they had a stockade fence around their backyard so they couldn't see me leaning out the window. It was dark anyway.

Prior to this new form of entertainment in front of our eyes, we had been talking about the strength difference between men and women and the term 'survival of the fittest' got thrown around a couple of times.

The conversation got to me, I admit.

I'm a little tired of hearing about how the men were the hunters and women are the gatherers. I have yet to see any documented cases of them finding meat in the stomach content of any corpse. Where's the hunting? Hunting what? The wheat for the bread? The berries off the trees?

Anyway...

I said to my male friend that it was a matter of time before some drunk idiot put the eye out of one of their friends.

My male friend scoffed at the idea and called them pansies. He said that if they really wanted to make a sport of it, one of them would grab the target and run around the yard while the other tried to score a bull's eye that way.

That's when the Heavens parted and I had a moment of clarity. I think there may have even been trumpets. Don't quote me on that though.

I looked at him and formulated the words, "I get it now!"

Then I went on to explain at about a million words per second how it's SURVIVAL of the FITTEST. Fit. FITTEST! Why did I NOT see that before?! Fittest! Men HAVE to be fit!

Why?
Because stupid shit like that makes total sense to them!

...and only the fittest of the bunch can heal and live to carry out some other act that doesn't make any sense another day!

Hey, you - let me put this apple on top of your head, okay? Then I'm going to stand back here and shoot this arrow at you. I bet I can spear the apple! What? No, I don't have my glasses on. Whatever, Dude. Stop being a wimp.

See how that works?
The term is not survival of the smartest for a reason.
I feel much better about it now.