Jan 29, 2003 23:30
The other day, my wife called upon the hunter-gatherer in me asking him to leave the cave and return with some form of nutrition for the family. I had to go buy some lunch for the family.
I was struck by how much more complex it has become these days for us high-rise cave-dwellers to complete this task which used be a lot simpler.
For instance, you couldn't really bring back the WRONG kind of food. Food was food. You might regret not having been able to bring back a bigger bear, but you would end up, generally speaking of course, stuffing your face.
You also couldn't get run down by a car in ancient times, although the occassional dinasaur was known to topple over from heatstroke turning whoever it was that was in the wrong place at the right time into an instant fossil. Sadly, due to the impact many of these were mistaken for large shellfish especially in the areas east of central Europe. Surely you've heard of crustacians (crushed-Asians)
As I thought more about it, I realised there was another reason why men don't like to go out and get food.
Genetic Programming.
The thought of leaving the cave alone to get food, triggers long forgotten synapses that yell out the following message, in chemical form,"Wait there's no one with you who you can outrun so that if you're attacked by an animal, it can eat THEM." Unfortunately, this is not understood by the modern man and is often translated into hostility towards parking attendants.