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frodegar t1_j9ajw1d wrote

I've always figured that people are people whether they live in an apartment and drive a bus or they live in a grass hut and hunt with stone tipped spears.

Imagine a bunch of guys chilling around a fire after a long hunt:

"Hey, you know that anthropologist that's been hanging around? He showed up at my hut the other day. Anyway, I hadn't had a chance to clean up first. You know those dirty statues Poco carves in his spare time? My wife left hers out and he saw it. I didn't know what to say until he asked me if it was my fertility god. Of course I said yes. I'm not gonna tell him what it's really for! I asked Poco to make one as big as my arm. I'm gonna give it to that annoying grad student he's always staring at."


mapadofu t1_j9b51s5 wrote

You know all those Paleolithic naked female “fertility” figurines…

So a long time ago I was on a fly-in fishing trip to northern Ontario. One day we went exploring up one of the streams and found a hunting/trapping cabin. It was unoccupied since they’re only used in the fall and winter. Poked our head in and the only interior decorations were pages from porn magazines racked up on the walls.