Brace yourself, you’re not. I’m not, either. None of us are. Seems we haven’t progressed much beyond the knuckle-dragging, mouth-breathing, cave dwellers of olde.
That fact becomes evident the instant you step from the shower and glance in the mirror. What is that? A yeti? Nope, it’s you in all your natural, unretouched glory. Oh, sure, we stand up straighter and we’ve replaced grunting with actual language — for the most part, anyway — and we dress a little better.
But take away the blow drying and the gelling. Eliminate the shaving and tweezing, the moisturizing and the mouthwash, and what have you got? A fancy, sweeter smelling Neanderthal. We’ve a longer reach, added a few inches of height, had some skoolin’, and climbed to the top of the food chain. But have we really progressed?
Doesn’t seem like it. Cavemen pulled together when the tribe was under assault. Us? We turn against each other with vehemence and increasing hostility. Geniuses, no?
Modern man really needs to get a grip and snap out of it. Sheesh.
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