Today, we would like to talk about the differences between men and women. You might say that you’ve known about these differences for your entire life, but it’s not that simple. We are sure that we’ll be able to highlight a few facts you’ve never heard of before. And in the bonus section, you’ll find out where the fashion for high heels came from.
The length of fingers
Let’s conduct a short experiment. Place your hand on a flat surface and compare the length of your index and ring fingers. In general, in women, the index finger is longer. In men, the ring finger is longer. How can this be explained?
According to scientists, the length of these fingers depends on the level of male and female hormones that affect the fetus in the womb. So, the reason why the ring finger is longer than the index finger in men is testosterone.
The skin on the heels
Scientists have found out that women’s skin is more hydrated in the décolleté area and on the hands. Only the skin on their heels is dryer than that of men. So, in equal conditions, men’s heels will be smoother.
Breast
You might think, “Why would a man need nipples?” It might sound strange but every person was initially female. When an embryo begins to develop in the womb, the male Y chromosome doesn’t immediately start working.
During the first 5-6 weeks, development occurs only under the influence of the X chromosome, so the nipples have enough time to form. If the embryo is male, the Y chromosome “turns on” after this period of time, and a boy is formed.
Men can even produce milk. Lactation is activated under special conditions, for example, it may appear during treatment with the hormone prolactin.
Vision
Women are better at seeing colors, but men are good at tracking fast-moving objects. This is probably linked to our hunter-gatherer past when men were hunters and women were gatherers.
For example, an orange may appear redder to a man than to a woman. The grass is almost always greener for women because green objects appear more yellow to men.
Gaining muscle mass
Many women have to go to the gym regularly to have a toned body, while a man can just lift a barbell a couple of times to get a 6 pack. So, what is the “ingredient” responsible for muscle development? If you guessed testosterone, you’re right.
In women, it is also produced, but in much smaller quantities. So, it is easier and faster for men to gain muscle mass.
Hair loss
Going bald after the age of 50 is typical for around half of men (and for a quarter of women too). The reason for this is a widespread hereditary disease, androgenetic alopecia, which is also called “male pattern baldness.” Due to this condition, hair follicles shrink, and hair becomes thinner and shorter, and eventually disappears.
Follicle shrinkage can be caused by sensitivity to dihydrotestosterone, a by-product of testosterone. This means that the more muscle-building hormone a man has, the more likely it is that he will become bald.
Adam’s apple
Both men and women have an Adam’s apple, but it’s more prominent in men. Why? The Adam’s apple is the cartilage that protects our vocal cords. It is formed during puberty. Since adult men have larger vocal cords, their Adam’s apple is also more prominent.
By the way, the larger the Adam’s apple, the deeper the voice. There is a theory that our ancestors needed a low voice in order to scare away predators.
Brain size
A man’s brain is larger than that of a woman, but this doesn’t mean that men are intellectually superior to women. Also, some parts of the brain in both sexes are different in size and work differently. For example, the hippocampus, which is involved in learning and creating memories, is larger in women. And the amygdala, which is associated with experiencing emotions and remembering them, is larger in men.
Scientists conducted an experiment: they showed the subjects a video so that they could recall some personal experiences. It turned out that in men, activity was observed only in the right amygdala, and in women, only in the left one.
Beard
At first glance, it might seem that a beard doesn’t provide any benefits. So, why does it grow? There is a theory that the jawline looks more massive thanks to a beard, so its wearer looks stronger and more masculine. Perhaps, our female ancestors tended to choose men with a thick beard as their partners because they thought they would produce healthy offspring with them.
Bonus: Heels
Nowadays, high heels are one of the symbols of femininity, aren’t they? However, in the 17th century, Persian riders used to wear one-inch heels. And since owning horses was a symbol of wealth, heeled shoes also came to signify money and power. The Persians then brought their fashion to Europe.
The French king Louis XIV became a big fan of heels. He even issued a decree according to which only nobles were allowed to wear heels. The higher and redder the heel was, the more powerful the wearer was.
The Sun King only allowed those who he favored the most to wear red heels. But since the 18th century, heels have become a purely feminine attribute, although this didn’t stop rock stars like David Bowie and The Beatles from wearing them.
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My New Wife Demanded I Use My Late Wife’s Money Left for Our Kids on Her Daughters — My Lesson Was Strict
I knew things would change when I remarried, but I never expected my new wife to go after my late wife’s money. It was meant for our daughters’ future, not hers. She thought she could pressure me into it. What came next would teach her a lesson she’d never forget.
A tear escaped my eye as I clutched a photo of my late wife and our daughters at the beach. “I miss you, Ed,” I whispered, my fingers caressing Edith’s face in the picture. “The girls… they’re growing up so fast. I wish you could see them now.” Her radiant smile gazed up at me from the photo, her eyes sparkling with a life that cancer had stolen far too soon…
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A soft knock interrupted my reminiscing. My mother poked her head in, her eyes full of concern.
“Charlie, honey, you can’t keep living in the past. It’s been three years. You need to move on. Those girls need a mother figure.”
I sighed, setting the photo frame down. “Mom, we’re doing fine. The girls are—”
“Getting older!” She cut me off, settling beside me on the couch. “I know you’re trying, but you’re not getting any younger. What about that nice woman from your office? Gabriela?”
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I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache coming on. “Gaby? Mom, she’s just a coworker.”
“And a single mother, just like you’re a single father. Think about it, Charlie. For the girls’ sake.”
As she left, her words echoed in my mind. Maybe she was right. Maybe it was time to move forward.
One year later, I stood in our backyard, watching Gaby interact with my daughters. She’d swooped into our lives like a whirlwind, and before I knew it, we were married.
It wasn’t the same as with Edith, but it was… nice.
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“Dad! Watch this!” my youngest called out, attempting a cartwheel.
I clapped, forcing a smile. “Great job, sweetie!”
Gaby sidled up to me, linking her arm through mine. “They’re wonderful girls, Charlie. You’ve done an amazing job.”
I nodded, pushing down the pang of guilt that always surfaced when she complimented my parenting. “Thanks, Gaby. I’m trying my best.”
“You’re such a stellar parent. Your kids must be so lucky.”
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As we headed inside, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off with the way Gaby had said it. But I pushed it aside, determined to make this new family work.
That’s when Gaby cornered me in the kitchen, her eyes gleaming with a look I’d never seen before.
“Charlie, we need to talk about the girls’ trust fund,” she said, her voice syrupy sweet.
I froze, my coffee mug halfway to my lips. “What trust fund?”
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Gaby rolled her eyes, dropping the act. “Don’t play dumb. I heard you on the phone with your financial advisor. Edith left quite a nest egg for the girls, didn’t she?”
My stomach churned. I’d never mentioned the fund to her. Never thought I’d need to.
“That’s for their future, Gaby. College, starting out in life—”
“Exactly!” she cut in. “And what about my girls? Don’t they deserve the same opportunities?”
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I set my mug down, trying to keep my voice level. “Of course they do, but that money… it’s Edith’s legacy to her children.”
Gaby’s eyes narrowed. “Her children? We’re supposed to be one family now, Charlie. Or was that all just talk?”
“That’s not fair,” I protested. “I’ve treated your daughters like my own since day one.”
“Treated them like your own? Please. If that were true, you wouldn’t be hoarding that money for just your biological kids.”
The room felt like a pressure cooker ready to burst as I stared at Gaby, her words still ringing in my ears.
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I took a deep breath, fighting to stay calm. “Gaby, that fund is not ours to touch. It’s for my daughters’ future.”
“So that’s it? Your dead wife’s wishes matter more than your living family?”
“Don’t you dare speak about Edith that way. This discussion ends now. That money is not up for debate. Period.”
Gaby’s face flushed with anger. “You’re impossible! How can you be so stubborn?”
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My jaw tightened, muscles twitching as I fought to maintain control. I barely recognized the woman standing before me, so different from the one I thought I’d married.
A plan formed in my mind.
“Fine! You’re right. I’ll sort this out tomorrow, okay?”
Gaby’s eyes lit up, clearly thinking she’d won. “Really? You mean it?”
I nodded.
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Gaby’s lips curled into a smug smile. “Good. It’s about time you saw reason.”
She turned on her heel, marching out of the room. The slam of the door echoed through the house, a punctuation mark to her tantrum.
I sank into a chair, running my hands over my face. Gaby had shown her true colors, and now it was time for a hard lesson in respect and the dangers of entitlement.
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The next morning, I made a show of calling my financial advisor, making sure Gaby could overhear.
“Yes, I’d like to set up a new account,” I said loudly. “It’s for my stepdaughters. We’ll fund it from our joint income going forward.”
I heard a sharp intake of breath behind me and turned to see Gaby standing in the doorway, her face twisted with surprise and anger.
“What are you doing?” she barked as I hung up.
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“Creating a fund for your daughters, like you wanted. We’ll contribute to it together, from what we earn.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And Edith’s money?”
“Remains untouched. That’s non-negotiable.”
“You think this solves anything? This is a slap in the face!”
“No, Gaby. This is me setting boundaries. We build our family’s future together, not by taking what isn’t ours to take.”
She jabbed a finger at my chest. “You’re choosing your daughters over us. Admit it!”
“I’m choosing to honor Edith’s wishes. And if you can’t respect that, then we have a serious problem.”
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Gaby’s eyes filled with tears, but I couldn’t tell if they were genuine or manipulative. “I thought we were partners, Charlie. I thought what was yours was mine.”
“We are partners, Gaby. But that doesn’t mean erasing the past or disregarding Edith’s legacy.”
She turned away, her shoulders shaking. “You’re being so unfair.”
As she left the room, I called after her, “Unfair or not. But know this: my decision stands.”
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The following weeks were filled with icy silences and clipped conversations. Gaby alternated between trying to guilt-trip me and giving me the cold shoulder. But I stood firm, refusing to budge.
One evening, as I tucked my daughters into bed, my oldest asked, “Daddy, is everything okay with you and Gaby?”
I paused, choosing my words carefully. “We’re working through some grown-up stuff, sweetheart. But don’t worry, okay?”
She nodded, but her eyes were worried. “We don’t want you to be sad again, Daddy.”
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My heart clenched. I pulled her into a hug, kissing the top of her head. “I’m not sad, honey. I promise. Your happiness is what matters most to me.”
As I left their room, I found Gaby waiting in the hallway, her arms crossed and eyes narrowed.
“They’re good kids, Charlie. But my girls deserve just as much.”
I sighed, realizing her stance hadn’t changed. “They are good kids. All of them. And they all deserve our support.”
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She scoffed, shaking her head. “Support? That trust fund would’ve been a REAL support. But you just had to play the hero for your precious Edith, didn’t you?”
“This isn’t about playing hero. It’s about respect. Respect for Edith’s wishes and for our daughters’ future.”
“And what about my daughters’ future? Or does that not matter to you?”
I took a deep breath, steeling myself. “We’ve set up a fund for them too. We’re building it together, remember? That’s how we move forward.”
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She laughed bitterly. “Oh, please. That’s just your way of placating me. It’s not the same and you know it.”
Our eyes met, and I saw the storm brewing in hers, just as I knew she saw mine. I realized this battle was far from over. But I also knew I’d never back down.
Months passed, and while the arguments became less frequent, the underlying resentment remained. One evening, as I watched all four girls playing in the backyard, Gaby approached me.
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“They look happy,” she said.
I nodded, not taking my eyes off the children. “They do.”
She turned to me, her expression hard. “But it could’ve been better for all of them if you’d just listened to me.”
I met her gaze steadily. “No, Gaby. It wouldn’t have been better. It would’ve been unfair and disrespectful.”
She opened her mouth to argue, but I held up a hand. “This discussion is over. It has been for months.”
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As she stormed off, a surge of sadness and relief engulfed me. Gaby had shown her true colors, and while it pained me to see our marriage strained, I knew I’d done the right thing.
She’d learned quickly that I wasn’t a pushover. If she thought she could waltz into our lives and rewrite the rules for her benefit, she had another thing coming.
This was the wake-up call she needed, harsh as it might be.
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I’d made my stance crystal clear: Edith’s legacy for our children was untouchable. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.
And seeing Gaby come to terms with the fact that she couldn’t manipulate or bully me into submission? It was worth every second!
As I watched my daughters laugh and play, my heart swelled with a determination to be the best father I could be. I’d protected what mattered most: their future and the memory of their mother. Whatever challenges lay ahead with Gaby, I knew I’d face them head-on, just as I’d done from the start.
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