Social Psychology Experiment #1

So, I'll be honest, I was a psychology major in college. And a damn good one at that. Why a "psych" major, you may ask? I was interested in why we act the way we do. Simple. Innocent. Naive. However, what I took away from a large tuition, early mornings of procrastination and late nights of debauchery was the ability to better understand social interaction, more explicitly, awkward social interactions and situations including myself and others, which is a given.

Let me clarify, I don't know how to read women and I don't think I ever will. I know that their actions are based mostly on jealousy, low self-esteem and poor choices in makeup. I, myself, included. But boys are a different story. Let me digress.

A few mornings ago, Tart and I enjoyed breakfast at a local cafe. During our conversation of the interaction between fathers and their babies, I noticed a cute waiter/busser within earshot. Being the quick thinking hussy that I am, I smoothly integrated a male intriguing subject into our conversation regarding fathers and their offspring.

What could intrigue a male subject when it comes to fathers and babies, without scarying the subject into the thought of marriage, babies and commitment? Answer: An episode of Family Guy in which Stewie is left with his father and the interaction is documented in the most hilarious of manners. Particularly, when Stewie is rendered incapacitated because his diaper is too full of excrement. Hilarious.

How did the subject react to overhearing the delightful conversation, two attractive looking females, hold over Family Guy? By politely interrupting with quotations and anecdotes from other notable Family Guy episodes.

Theory: Proven. People are predictable. Or men are at least, I will test my "people are predictable" hypothesis in future post. For men, the formula consists of bring up subject matter in which you think they would be interested, ie. Family Guy, sports, fishing, guitars, surfing, etc, and they will react in an appropriate manner. God, it feels good to be right. Or arrogant. Either way, it feels good.