Book Review: “The Darwin Awards: Chlorinating the Gene Pool”
I highly recommend anyone suffering from any type of depression to read any of the Darwin Award books, because you will never feel so bad about yourself again.
But the first book in the series is quite long and may seem intimidating. The latest installment, The Darwin Awards Next Evolution: Chlorinating the Gene Pool by Wendy Northcutt and friends, is a bit more digestable and chock full of scienctific essays, so you can claim to be learning something as you’re laughing. At least, you’ll never look at mosquito spit the same way again.
What Are The Darwin Awards?
One of the first real killer sites on the Internet, it started as a very unimpressive but incredibly funny list on a univeristy website back in 1993. A man in 1985 tried to get a soda out a machine by tilting it — and was crushed to death. Someone somewhere said that the deceased should get an award for not swimming in the gene pool any longer.
Another suggested that the award be called the Darwin Awards, after Charles Darwin, who always enjoyed a good laugh. So, the Darwin Awards honor those adult men and women who have either sterilized themselves or killed themselves in an incredibly entertaining manner. You can look at these as cautionary tales or, as I do, cheap therapy.
Not Drinking From The Fountain of Widom
You may feel as if you are hopeless or pathetically stupid. But if you already know not to enter a nuclear power plant when the security claims the radiation is too high, then you are a genuis compared to the folks in here.
As one DA website philospher pointed out about a Darwin Award winner, “That’s not drinking from the fountain of widom — hell, that’s not even gargling.”
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