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."
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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."