In Neil Strauss’ classic tome on the art of picking up women, “The Game”, he refers countless times to the strategy of peacocking. Peacocking means you wear something crazy, like a ten gallon cowboy hat or black lipstick or a t-shirt that asks, “What are you looking at dicknose?’ It relies on the idea that you need an apparel that makes you stand out from the rest of the masses so that a woman might notice you amongst the crowd.
I was never convinced of the veracity of this strategy until I biked through Crandon Park where there were a crowd of actual peacocks. There were about ten of them running around like they owned the place. If you have never seen one they have a funny gait, reminiscent of a turkey. The males have those long beautiful tails that I assume weigh down their pace.
One of those peacocks had its tail feathers erect. It was a majestic sight. Six feet high with a wide diameter and some of the most beautiful colors found this side of a Crayola crayon box. And sure enough there was a female peacock rapt in attention while the rest of the males with their feathers down were left alone in the corner.
Neil Strauss and Charles Darwin, two of the more astute observers of nature and how society evolved from it.