"There's no accounting for taste" => "We're accounting for taste now, & it's coming back like a motherf*cker..."

I see how it explains metrosexuals, but not mullets - waiting for the grand unified scheme.

Is there a gene for attraction? Are there undetected electromagnetic signals? (something that's been discovered between plants & insects). Rather than just an inclination for survival & one for beauty, is there a whole range of selectors - more complex than binary "I like Gucci" or "I'm more Mark Jacobs" in each category? Are we pre-programmed with measurable inclinations towards violence/aggression, laziness, cultural inquisitiveness, humor, depression, et al? Is there a hidden double helix of human evolution we're just starting to glimpse?

It also amazes me that Science will indoctrinate on a particular viewpoint for decades or even a century, and then occasionally find itself flat-footed wrong or deeply flawed. Are all the Doubting Thomases then rehabilitated, brought back from their re-education camps? Not likely. The brittleness of Evolution/Natural Selection has been a natural target for Evolutionists who felt beauty couldn't be explained by a bunch of chimps at a chromosomal keyboard trying to type out Da Vinci or monarch butterflies, so they naturally substituted their God for the appalling lack of explanation/hand-waving (which extends the philosopher Feuerbach's idea that we fill in our image of God with the best of our qualities - in this case we added Science's as well, unsurprisingly).

[wait for the coming Linguistics reformation that Tom Wolfe went out flagging in "The Kingdom of Speech" in his usual flamboyant style]

PS - epigenetics is also changing much, essentially "neoLamarckism" much more subtle than the giraffe-stretching-for-leaves, it pays attention to how genetic traits aren't simply turned on at birth, but reveal themselves through a complex set of environmental triggers or circumstance. So come Saturday night, my fashion chromosomes light up either Dolce & Gabbana or Comme des Garçons, and that decides how my evening will go. Or in a desperate anti-evolutionary stance, I decide to say "Fuck it" and just stay home - are we men or are we machines?