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lesson #2 hunter/gatherers

this explains about everything!

men are hunters. they are visual, you don’t hunt with you sense of smell as your dominant sense. this could be why men are more drawn to visual images of sex, in magazines, online and in movies. yes, i’m making assumptions, i do that a lot. mostly based on my own life and wonderings. you also don’t make conversation while hunting except at a minimum. if you ask women, it’s not unusual for men to be more reserved in their conversation, both quantity and quality. there is a seeming inborn need for men for form packs and be physical, like a litter of puppies. think sports, watching sports, the military, fraternal organizations, etc. naturally this is a continuum with all shades of grey.

women are gatherers. we shop and we nest. we keep the homefires burning and keep the tribe together. we socialize, make conversation as a way of bonded the community that stays behind. we all raise the children and care for each other while the hunters are away. this is true cross cultures. this is part of the reason that for us conversing is still processing. we think by speaking. there is also little time without interruption to just think. consider the young mother who takes a bath just to get away from her kids. she can’t lock the door in case they need her. and without a locked door they visit you in the tub.

From Publishers Weekly

Mrs. Large just wants five minutes’ peace from her three rambunctious elephant children, that’s all. But what meets her eyes one morning when she enters the kitchen? “The children were having breakfast. This was not a pleasant sight.” Pure understatement for a mealtime mess that includes an overturned cereal box, a dripping jar of honey, crushed soft-boiled eggs and on the littlest one, the wearing of a once-full bowl of corn flakes. So Mrs. Large lumbers off to the bathroom, tea on tray, newspapers in bathrobe pocket. But her bubble bath isn’t soothing for long; she’s soon joined by three visitors. Lester wants to play a tune for her on the flute. “Must you?” Mrs. Large asks. Laura wishes to read out loud. “Just one page,” says Mrs. Large. The toddler offersand he will not be refusedall his bathtoys. Then they hop into the tub. Mrs. Large heads for the kitchen and finds exactly three minutes and 45 seconds of peace. This book is pure joy, one that parents, not just children, will want to keep on hand; Murphy’s frazzled mom will find a soft spot in every reader.
now you really understand evolution!