she sidles up to a male and begins engaging in a bit of heavy petting, other group members strive to intervene, raucously and snappishly. A female rhesus doesn't often bother defying convention. What does she look like, a bonobo?
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Hormones change everything. They tint her judgment and sweep her from Kansas to Oz. When she is ovulating and her estrogen levels soar, her craving overcomes her political instincts and she will mate madly and profligately, all the while outsnarling those who would dare to interfere.
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When we think about motivation, desire, and behavior, we accord the neocortex and the thinking brain the greater share of credit. We believe in free will, and we must. Free will, of a sort, is a hallmark of human nature. This is not to say that we start each morning afresh, with an infinity of possible selves awaiting us that is a figment, alas, and a durable one. Nevertheless, we have what Roy Baumeister, of Case Western Reserve University, calls an "executive function," the dimension of the self that exercises volition, choice, self-control. The human capacity for self-control must be counted among our species' great strengths, the source of our adaptability and suppleness. Very little of our conduct is genuinely automatic. Even when we think we're operating on automatic pilot, the executive function keeps an eye out, checks, edits, corrects the course. If you know how to touch-type, you know that the executive brain is never far removed from the drone brain. When all is well, you type along automatically, your fingers so familiar with the keys that it's as though each digit has a RAM chip embedded in its tip. But the moment you make a mistake, the automaton stops and the executive function kicks in, even before you're quite aware of what went wrong. With its guidance, your finger reaches for the backspace key to correct the error, and you see what happened and you fix things, and a moment later your hands have returned to robot mode. Athletes, surgeons, and musicians perform similar exchanges between intentional and programmatic behaviors hundreds of times a minute; such commerce is the soul of mastery. The human capacity for self-control is limited, and we get into trouble when we overestimate it and embrace the caustic ethos of perfectionism, but volition still deserves our gratitude.
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