Obesity has sapped passion from the culture. One of the saddest things about the obesity epidemic is that for 70% of the population sex is devolving into a bodily function.  Like defecating. So many people, both men and women, are letting themselves go before they even hit the age of 30.  The only reason, I believe, that they still fornicate at all is because hormones at those ages are still powerful enough. But one day they're going to be 30, and things are going to start to change. I am almost 35, and my hormone levels are low enough now that I would never lower myself to fornicate with a fat person, no matter how long it's been since I last dipped my stick.  I've had thousands of orgasms in my life.  Chasing one more isn't the drive it might have been when I was 18 and my standards might have been lower. Sex is now about passion.  It's a celebration of the human body.  How can anyone feel passionate about these fat blobs with disgusting, unaesthetic bodies?  When I walk down the street, on a busy Saturday, I am lucky if a single woman turns my head these days.  They're all so fat.  They're all wearing clothes they bought at Walmart.  It seems like nobody gives a shit about trying to be attractive anymore.  The younger women who still care - the ones in their early 20s - are generally invisible to me because I'm old enough now that I could have biologically fathered them, and that's creepy. They say that millenials are having less sex than the previous generation.  Of course they are!  Their partners are disgusting.  How can you feel passionate about a beautiful human you desperately want to bang when only 3/10 people have a BMI less than 25 and of those 3, how many of them actually have the other characteristics that really start your fires? I took out my high school class photo ('01) and counted.  Of the 548 students in the picture only 40 of them were overweight or obese.  That's less than 10%.  When I was a kid, I was surrounded by young ladies after whom I lusted.   My desire to be with them drove me to become a better person - fitter, smarter, stronger, kinder. I weep for my sons.  By the time my younger son is in high school I would not be surprised if more than 50% of his classmates are overweight or obese.  What is going to inspire him?  Is he ever going to feel the primal lust of true attraction, or is he just going to settle into what most of these disgusting lard golems call relationships where they simply avert their gazes and use each others' parts to satisfy their hormonal urges in between dinner dates at chain restaurants dishing out defrosted fried grocery store food? What a sad world we live in.