There are some things in life I have never fully understood.
One of those, which is kind of pertinent to the day that’s in it is why love and emotion and all that Barbara Cartland stuff involves the heart?
Now the heart is a fairly important item I will grant, but when you take away all the romanticism and gooey stuff it is still just basically a pump. In fact I would consider it one of the simplest organs to understand as it uses exactly the same principle as the yoke I use to inflate the car tyres. Why on earth is a pump associated with romance?
The body contains many organs all doing their thing [or in the case of the appendix, not really doing anything]. They filter and digest, they secrete and absorb but the only organ which could logically be associated with emotion is the brain. However you never hear of someone offering their brain to a partner?
All the body’s organs are much the same in that they are all squishey and I don’t imagine any of them would look particularly attractive is served up on a plate, even with a sprig of parsley? Offering the love of your life your spleen or your kidneys doesn’t sound quite right, and is more likely to induce nausea than romance. Equally a woman declaring that some bloke broke her thymus sounds more like a description of a car crash than a statement of lost affections, whereas breaking her diaphragm could be confused with something else altogether.
Of course a lot of women will claim that men’s emotions lie elsewhere in another organ. A bloke saying “I love you with all my penis” doesn’t sound quite right, but it is in fact probably the closest thing to reality?