I woke early from a sweet, now-unremembered dream with a question pulsating in my mind. Why do we have nipples - we, meaning men? I've been focusing on my own man tits for the past several months now because - well, I'll get to that later. But why nips? I decided to do some research. What I've found might surprise you.
Excuse me while I stifle a yawn. Do you want to know what I think?
To tell you the truth, nobody really knows. The best explanation I've been able to find (and frankly it doesn't explain very much) is that nipples aren't a sex-linked characteristic. In other words, nipples are just one of those sexually neutral pieces of equipment, like arms or brains, that humans get regardless of sex.
As you may know, every human being gets a unique set of 23 pairs of chromosomes at conception. These fall into two categories. One pair of chromosomes determines sex--the XX combination means you become female, the XY combination means you become male.
The other 22 pairs, the non-sex chromosomes (they're called autosomes), supply what we might call the standard equipment that all humans get. These 22 pairs constitute an all-purpose genetic blueprint that in effect is programmed for either maleness or femaleness by the sex chromosomes. The programming is done by the hormones secreted by the sex glands.
For example, the autosomes give you a voice box, while the sex hormones determine whether it's going to be a deep male voice or a high female voice. Similarly, the autosomes give you nipples, and the sex hormones determine whether said nipples are going to be functioning (in females) or not (in males).
One interesting consequence of the developmental set-up just described is that during the very early stages of fetal life, before the sex hormones have had a chance to do their stuff, all humans are basically bisexual. Among other things, you have two sets of primitive plumbing--one male, one female. Only one set develops into a mature urogenital system, but you retain traces of the other for the rest of your life.
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Without nipples the male chest looks strange. The nipples provide a focus point for the male chest. They direct the eye to the curve of the pectoral muscle.
Men and women are mammals (from the Latin, mamma breast) a species that [has] breasts and feeds its young with milk. The human embryo has tissue that will evolve into breasts. Both male and female babies are born with nipples and ducts intact. It is the presence of genes that direct hormones to differentiate the breast tissue. The Y chromosome stimulates hormones such as testosterone to form male features.
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Like all "why" queries, the question of why men have nipples can be addressed on many levels. My four-year-old daughter, always suspicious of a trick when asked such obvious questions, answered: "because they grow them." In search of the trick answer, she quickly added that "chests would also look pretty funny with just hair."…
In a now-famous paper, Stephen Jay Gould and Richard C. Lewontin emphasize that we should not immediately assume that every trait has an adaptive explanation. Just as the spandrels of St. Mark's domed cathedral in
are simply an architectural consequence of the meeting of a vaulted ceiling with its supporting pillars, the presence of nipples in male mammals is a genetic architectural by-product of nipples in females. So, why do men have nipples? Because females do. Venice
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Testosterone promotes the growth of the penis and testicles. Because nipples are there before this process begins, the nipples stay!
* * * * * *Because we are mammals and blessed with body hair, three middle ear bones, and the ability to nourish our young with milk that females produce in modified sweat glands called mammary glands.
I think that, because we are men, and thus inalienably entitled to any and all pleasures available to the male body, we have nipples so that we can play with them and feel good. There are even classes of men - those who meet with others of their ilk in locations too frightening to the timid - who have replaced the traditional handshake with the nipple tweak. This expresses camaraderie, a willingness to extend pleasure, and a certain level of prurient interest. As for me, plucking my nipples is like flipping a switch. I've often had to alert certain unsuspecting buds of mine to the potential outcome of their actions. Fortunately, this hasn't stopped all of them.
Science is so easy.