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I’ve often wondered why women in wealthy societies have fewer children. Melanie Moses (who teaches Computer Science at the University of New Mexico) offers a solution in an article entitled, “Being Human: Engineering: Worldwide Ebb,” appearing in the 2/5/09 edition of Nature (available online only to subscribers). This phenomenon is counter-intuitive because evolution by natural selection would seemingly predict that human animals with more resources would have more babies. Moses employs the Metabolic Theory of Ecology (MTE), an approach for understanding the dynamics of flow through networks. It was developed
to explain why so many characteristics of plants and animals systematically depend on their mass in a very peculiar way. . . According to the theory, the larger the animal, the longer its cardiovascular system (its network of arteries and capillaries) takes to deliver resources to its cells. That delivery time, which in turn dictates the animals metabolic rate, is proportional to the animals mass raised to the power of ¼. Thus, because its circulatory system works less efficiently, an elephant grows systematically more slowly than a mouse, with a slower heart rate, a lower reproductive rate and a longer lifespan.
Moses argues that this idea that networks become predictably less efficient as they grow has “profound” consequences. With regard to fertility, she starts with facts regarding our energy consumption.
The average human uses up only about 100 watts from eating food, consistent with predictions based on body size. But in North America, each person uses an additional 10,000 watts from oil, gas, coal and a smattering of renewable sources, all of which are delivered through expansive, expensive infrastructure networks.
How do energy networks interact with the reproductive choices of humans?
The decline in human birth rates with increased energy consumption is quantitatively identical to the decline in fertility rate with increased metabolism in other mammals. Put another way, North Americans consume energy at a rate sufficient to sustain a 30,000-kilogram primate, and have offspring at the very slow rate predicted for a beast of this size . . . As infrastructure grows we get more out of it, but must invest more into it, reducing the energy and capital left to invest in the next generation.
Moses disagrees with alternative explanations, such as availability of birth control or decisions to marry later, because these don’t explain decisions to have fewer children in the first place. She also dismisses the idea that “as societies become wealthier, greater educational investments are made in each child to make them competitive in labour markets” because investments in eduction correlate inversely with fertility rates.

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Harry Burns: You realize of course that we could never be friends.
Sally Albright: Why not?
Harry Burns: What I'm saying is - and this is not a come-on in any way, shape or form - is that men and women can't be friends because the sex part always gets in the way.
...
Sally Albright: Well, I guess we're not going to be friends then.
Harry Burns: I guess not.
Sally Albright: That's too bad. You were the only person I knew in New York.

He was my friend in college. We met in high school actually. But we became good friends at Temple. Having to navigate such an enormous school where one can become anonymous and then lost, it was a mini godsend running into one another on the library steps. We were acquaintances in high school. He was too cool and I was too awkward. He was a hipster before I even knew what the word meant. Before any of us did. And worst yet, he was a senior and I was a sophomore. Oh god, worlds and worlds apart.
But we did both like The Sundays--a discovery made one day while listening to my enormous CD walkman in study hall. Seriously, that thing was the size of a frying pan. He tapped me on the shoulder, asking, aren't you in my Spanish class? And then mumbling, I'm so bored. I offered him one of my headphones. I fumbled over the cd cover between us, so we could both read the lyrics to The Sundays' newest album, Blind. He smelled like cigarettes and shampoo. He had clear blue eyes and the best hair ever. He laughed when I made a stick figure comic in the corners of my Spanish text book of the moderator going over a cliff. You just thumb the pages and there he goes. Falling. Falling. Splatting. Splatting. We made ten more. Things are always funnier when a cute boy says them. And things are just funnier when you're supposed to be quiet. I quietly died when the bell rang.
Did that just happen? Did Joe just talk to me? Did we just sit thisclose for forty-five minutes? The tips of my ears were burning and red. The rest of that year was like that. Chance encounters that I replayed and recounted and analyzed to anyone who would listen. Encounters that Joe, normally enough, would scarcely remember.

I was in my second year at Temple when he transferred there. I was nineteen and I was less awkward, maybe because I could drink. But more likely because I had zoloft and cigarettes by then. I had left a couple broken hearts in my short dating wake and in turn had my heart broken, too. I had lived on campus and took the subway everywhere. I thought I was very grown up. I was the same but different.
Joe and I became attached at the hip for the next couple of years at school. He was still too cool and I was still pretty awkward, although we cared less by then. We were together almost every single day. We confided all things and had a variety of inside jokes. We ate vegetarian lunches together and studied on the lawns or in my parent's kitchen. We once made up a drunken synchronized swimming routine in his parent's pool. We had drinks, just us or together with friends. Joe always had a girlfriend of some sort that maybe didn't like me or accused us of dating. We both balked at that, which is just so silly to me now that we were like, How could ANYONE even THINK that? Duh. I always had some sort of boyfriend that, deep down, I didn't like nearly as much as Joe.
A series of events ultimately undid the friendship. I can't pinpoint it to just one thing, even now. We had drifted apart after school was over. We kept in touch here and there. Until I showed up engaged to one of his parties. I will never forget the look on his face when I showed him my ring. I also will never forget the feel of his arms around me that night in his bed. I left while the morning was still dark. I was happy and my head was swirling. I was also hot and confused and needed air. I got outside and then I got in my car and took myself home. I left my diamond off for a few days but Joe never called. I pretended it was a dream.
My grandfather died a few seasons after that night and Joe didn't come to his funeral. We had met for drinks the night before. Joe. Such a good friend. Showed up immediately when he heard the news. I told him that night in the booth of a pub that I wanted him to be more than my friend. The next day came and I had gone outside onto the funeral home steps to escape my parents and to sneak a smoke. And I saw Joe in his car, hesitating, not seeing me, then pulling away. I was angry about that for a long time. My tears burned down my cheeks and I flicked my cigarette into the street along with my feelings. I told myself he was never really my friend and I wrote him off forever. We eventually talked again and that's all blurry to me now. I know that he felt pretty shitty about it but he just didn't know what to say to me. There were apologies and points made, things that we said we understood. We made promises to keep in touch. And then we didn't.
I still wonder about him from time to time. I don't have to tell you this but life isn't a teen movie. The offbeat girl doesn't get the dreamy guy in the end. But just the same and maybe even for the better, she doesn't forget him either.

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