9 Differences Between Men and Women That Have an Unexpected Explanation

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.

Which facts mentioned in this article were new to you? Tell us in the comments below.

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My Parents Refused to Attend My Wedding Because My Fiancé Was Poor — We Met 10 Years Later and They Begged to Build a Relationship

When Emma fell in love with a humble teacher, her parents gave her an ultimatum: choose him or them. On her wedding day, their seats sat empty, but her grandpa stood by her side. At his funeral ten years later, her estranged parents begged for her forgiveness, but not for the reasons she thought.

Growing up in our pristine suburban home, my parents had a running joke about how we’d all live in a grand mansion someday.

A mansion with a formal garden | Source: Pexels

A mansion with a formal garden | Source: Pexels

“One day, Emma,” my father would say, adjusting his already-perfect tie in the hallway mirror, “we’ll live in a house so big you’ll need a map to find the kitchen.”

My mother would laugh, the sound like crystal glasses clinking, adding, “And you’ll marry someone who’ll help us get there, won’t you, sweetheart?”

“A prince!” I’d reply when I was a kid. “With a big castle! And lots of horses!”

An excited girl with her hands in the air | Source: Midjourney

An excited girl with her hands in the air | Source: Midjourney

I thought it was funny throughout my early childhood. I even used to daydream about my future castle. But by high school, I understood there was nothing funny about it at all.

My parents were relentless. Every decision they made, every friendship they had, and every activity we attended had to advance our social climbing somehow.

Mom vetted my friends based on their parents’ tax brackets! I don’t think I’ll ever forget how she sneered when I brought my classmate Bianca over to work on our science project.

A woman with a disapproving look | Source: Midjourney

A woman with a disapproving look | Source: Midjourney

“You aren’t friends with that girl, are you?” Mom asked at dinner that evening.

I shrugged. “Bianca’s nice, and she’s one of the top students in class.”

“She’s not good enough for you,” Mom replied sternly. “Those cheap clothes and awful haircut says it all, top student or not.”

A strange feeling churned in my gut when Mom said those words. That was when I truly realized how narrow-minded my parents were.

A teen girl seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A teen girl seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Dad was no better. He networked at my school events instead of watching my performances.

I still remember my leading role in “The Glass Menagerie” senior year. Father spent the entire show in the lobby discussing investment opportunities with the parents of my cast mates.

“Did you see me at all?” I asked him afterward, still in my costume.

“Of course, princess,” he replied, not looking up from his phone. “I heard the applause. Must have been wonderful.”

A man using his phone while his sad teen daughter stands nearby | Source: Midjourney

A man using his phone while his sad teen daughter stands nearby | Source: Midjourney

Then came college and Liam.

“A teacher?” My mother had practically choked on her champagne when I told her about him. “Emma, darling, teachers are wonderful people, but they’re not exactly… well, you know.”

She glanced around our country club as if someone might overhear this shameful secret.

I knew exactly what she meant, and for the first time in my life, I didn’t care.

A woman with a determined look on her face | Source: Midjourney

A woman with a determined look on her face | Source: Midjourney

Liam was different from anyone I’d ever met. While other guys tried to impress me with their parents’ vacation homes or luxury cars, he talked about becoming a teacher with such passion it made his whole face light up.

When he proposed, it wasn’t with an enormous diamond in a fancy restaurant. It was with his grandmother’s ring in the community garden where we’d had our first date.

The stone was small but caught the sunlight in a way that made it look like it held all the stars in the universe.

A diamond ring sparkling in sunlight | Source: Midjourney

A diamond ring sparkling in sunlight | Source: Midjourney

“I can’t give you a mansion,” he said, his voice shaking slightly, “but I promise to give you a home filled with love.”

I said yes before he could even finish asking.

My parents’ response was arctic.

“Not that teacher!” my father had spat as though he was talking about some criminal. “How will he provide for you? For us? You’ll be throwing your future in the trash if you marry him!”

A man gesturing angrily during dinner | Source: Midjourney

A man gesturing angrily during dinner | Source: Midjourney

“He already provides everything I need,” I told them. “He’s kind, he makes me laugh, and he—”

“I forbid it!” Dad interrupted. “If you go through with this, if you marry that teacher…”

“Then we’ll cut you off,” Mom finished, her voice sharp as glass. “Call him right this minute and break up with him, or we’ll disown you. We didn’t invest so much time and effort in your upbringing only for you to throw it all away.”

My jaw dropped.

A woman gasping in disbelief during dinner | Source: Midjourney

A woman gasping in disbelief during dinner | Source: Midjourney

“You can’t be serious,” I whispered.

“It’s him or us,” Dad replied, his face like stone.

I’d known my parents might have a hard time accepting Liam, but this? I couldn’t believe they’d make such an impossible demand.

But the hard look on their faces made it clear their decision was final. I knew I had to make a choice, and it broke my heart.

A sad but determined woman | Source: Midjourney

A sad but determined woman | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll send you an invitation to the wedding in case you change your minds,” I said before standing up and walking away.

The wedding was small, intimate, and perfect, except for the two empty seats in the front row. But Grandpa was there, and somehow his presence filled the whole church.

He walked me down the aisle, his steps slow but steady, and his grip on my arm was firm and reassuring.

“You picked the right kind of wealth, kid,” he whispered as he hugged me. “Love matters more than money. Always has, always will.”

A bride hugging her grandfather | Source: Midjourney

A bride hugging her grandfather | Source: Midjourney

Life wasn’t easy after that. Liam’s teaching salary and the money I made from freelancing brought in just enough to make ends meet.

We lived in a tiny apartment where the heat only worked when it felt like it, and the neighbor’s music became our constant soundtrack. But our home was full of laughter, especially after Sophie was born.

She inherited her father’s gentle heart and my stubborn streak, a combination that made me proud daily.

A child looking at a book | Source: Pexels

A child looking at a book | Source: Pexels

Grandpa was our rock through it all.

He’d show up with groceries when things were tight, though we never told him about our struggles. He’d sit for hours with Sophie, teaching her card tricks and telling her stories about his childhood.

“You know what real wealth is, sweetheart?” I overheard him telling her once. “It’s having people who love you for exactly who you are.”

An elderly man telling stories to his great-granddaughter | Source: Midjourney

An elderly man telling stories to his great-granddaughter | Source: Midjourney

“Like how Mommy and Daddy love me?” Sophie had asked.

“Exactly like that,” he’d replied, his eyes meeting mine across the room. “That’s the kind of rich that lasts forever.”

When Grandpa passed away, it felt like losing my foundation. Standing at his funeral, holding Liam’s hand while Sophie pressed against his leg, I could barely get through the eulogy.

Then I saw them — my parents. They were older but still immaculate and approached me with tears during the reception.

A mature couple at a funeral reception | Source: Midjourney

A mature couple at a funeral reception | Source: Midjourney

Mother’s pearls caught the light from the stained glass windows, and Father’s suit probably cost more than our monthly rent.

“Emma, darling,” my mother said, reaching for my hands. “We’ve been such fools. Please, can we try to rebuild our relationship?”

For a moment, my heart soared. Ten years of pain seemed ready to heal until Aunt Claire marched up and pulled me aside.

A woman with a grim look | Source: Midjourney

A woman with a grim look | Source: Midjourney

“Emma, honey, don’t fall for it,” she said, her voice low and urgent as she guided me toward a quiet corner, “your parents’ apology isn’t genuine. They’re only doing it because of the condition in your Grandpa’s will.”

“What condition?”

Aunt Claire pursed her lips. “Dad spent years trying to convince your parents to reconcile with you. They always refused, so he put it in his will. The only way your mom will get her inheritance is if they apologize and make peace with you, otherwise, her share of the money will go to charity.”

A woman whispering to someone | Source: Midjourney

A woman whispering to someone | Source: Midjourney

The truth hit me like a physical blow. Even now, after all these years, it is still about the money. The tears in their eyes weren’t for me, or Grandpa. They were for their bank account.

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