My Bucket List : #1) Buy a bucket. Check.

Jessica Jones, New series launches tomorrow on Netflix. Now she's my type of girl. A super strong, emotionally damaged, alcoholic sociopath with a grudge against society. The two of us were made for each other. What could possibly go wrong? Apart from waking up in an intensive care unit to be told that the doctor managed to save your cock and balls, which are now in a bag under your pillow.

I come not to praise Jessica Jones nor Krysten Ritter, the star of that show. I'm not here to bury them either. Well you know what I'd like to bury don't you. Oh yeah I'm just saying I definitely would given half a chance. All I'd request is that afterwards my mortal remains receive a decent Christian burial and that my tombstone should simply read "TOTALLY WORTH IT".

Now that the male bravado is out of the way and I've pretended that I actually stand a chance with this or any other woman with a single iota of self respect, I'll continue. Much as I love the character and the series this is simply a ruse to enter into the dark recesses of the psychologists work. You see I read a thing on a website that stated we are attracted to those who are similar to ourselves. A young man searching for a mate will seek out someone like his own mother, allegedly. The young woman on the other hand is looking for a man just like daddy.

Let that sink in a minute. Then after you stop shuddering and being sick let's take a look at the logic of this general psychological rule that doesn't apply to anyone I've ever met. The psychologist's claim is that when selecting a partner we look for certain things. Their beliefs and opinions are important, but so are other similarities. We as a species tend to mate with those who look most like us. This has made me feel ill. I hate to think how many alarms are going off inside my psyche due to this broadest of generalizations. Your mate will look like you, think like you and act like you possibly because we all love ourselves but they weren't explicit about that bit.

Now this presents me with a few problems, aside from the general mopping up of vomit. The main problem being it's complete bullshit. Yet again I've stumbled on the scientifically illiterate scribbling's of a journalist with fuck all else to write about. I have no doubt that should I go to the trouble of finding the scientific paper, that this misleading headline and some made up shit was the source for, I'd discover the reality was diametrically different. Bullshit sells and the more it stinks of bullshit the better it sells and the more clicks it receives from the public. The only conclusion I can reach, should I believe this journalistic crap, is that mankind is genetically programmed for industrial strength incest from birth. We may not think we want to be mother fuckers but we all are. Except for all the father fuckers.

Another problem I have with the whole mythical construct is this. I am a walking disaster. I say that because I am a fucking disaster walking around waiting to happen somewhere to something. Yet I am supposed to pair off with a woman (other sexes are available and equally fuckable) who both looks like me and acts like me. I can't have a relationship with a fellow walking disaster/disorganizer. That would be a disaster squared. I think it might even be a portent of the impending Apocalypse and have a chapter all to itself in Revelations. There is no fucking way we'd work as a couple. Not when our favorite way to end every project is to go "Fuck it, that'll do". It cannot work in any situation. I need someone who isn't a complete fuck up like me. I suspect we all do to a certain extent. I can't be unique.

This incident got me to thinking about the way things are presented to us all, via the internet. In this instance I had some knowledge of the subject and a very average science degree. I took one look at the story beneath the clickbait headline and I knew I was in fucking Narnia along with the cunt who wrote the article. The whole thing has made me aware that you can trust nothing and must question everything. I read the lies then I looked up at reality and suddenly it occurred to me this cock sucker knows fuck all apart from how to write fiction that sells. It left me thinking as well. How many times a day do I see something like this that's outside my area of knowledge? How many times do I accept the bullshit as being true?

We are all guilty of it to some extent. The internet and its algorithms are constructed to give us the news and opinions we want regardless of their level of truth. The web delivers the lies we like and we swallow them up. What we should all be doing a lot more often is having a good long look at reality before believing anything we read whether we like it or not.