Rat Bastard

Have you ever heard someone call someone else a rat bastard? The first time I heard the term was in a movie, it made me laugh hard. Didn’t really think anything about the actual coinage. Today, as I wiled away hours at the hair salon, I read an article about the chemistry of love. This particular author talked about brain chemistry and the interplay of the fear-love connection in attraction. She cited a study done by [I will not name the] University that supposedly proved that the brain of male rats was aroused whenever a new female rat was dropped into the scene. Given time, the male would get tired of copulating with the new female, and start to ignore her.
!!Quelle Surprise!! It’s not until another new female rat is introduced that the male rat becomes re-ignited. But the study also noted that simply because the male rat’s enthusiasm returned when a new female was introduced, it didn’t mean that the male “felt” better for being with a new female.

The male behavior seems to be in the DNA. Unavoidable and easily explained away by “it is what it is” or “this is the way God made the male”.

I found this study fascinating. And I caution you all …

Observe, closely, the behavior of your target, and if he displays this pattern of functioning, understand that it’s not you. It’s his issue, his flaw, his loss … it’s him. Not you. Recognize that a woman's worth is fueled by realizing one's own accomplishments as measured against one’s own goals. Has nothing to do with another human being. Or … in this case … with any rat bastard.

A note for my male followers: Likewise, the female rat only shook her tail at a new male rat but would not shake her tail when a familiar male rat dropped by to check on her.