Peg Herring's Blog - Posts Tagged "cave"
I Want to Be a Cavewoman
The Geico cavemen resent being called "simple", but I've been thinking that the life of a cave person might not be so bad.
First, no television, so no commercials that insidiously plant the idea that we need things.
No government. Just think of the relief that would be!
No money. You go out every day and find what you need to survive. Done.
No preoccupation with looks. If nobody combed their hair, shaved their legs, brushed their teeth...
You get the idea.
No doctors. You die when you die, and if it comes at a young age, at least you didn't have to watch your skin wrinkle up like a craison, feel your joints swell and resist movement, and sense that your memory and logic skills are fading.
And a very small community. No knowledge of people starving somewhere, battered by hurricanes somewhere, suffering from war somewhere, and experiencing a famine somewhere. Cavepeople have a dozen other humans that they care about. And maybe a dog.
First, no television, so no commercials that insidiously plant the idea that we need things.
No government. Just think of the relief that would be!
No money. You go out every day and find what you need to survive. Done.
No preoccupation with looks. If nobody combed their hair, shaved their legs, brushed their teeth...
You get the idea.
No doctors. You die when you die, and if it comes at a young age, at least you didn't have to watch your skin wrinkle up like a craison, feel your joints swell and resist movement, and sense that your memory and logic skills are fading.
And a very small community. No knowledge of people starving somewhere, battered by hurricanes somewhere, suffering from war somewhere, and experiencing a famine somewhere. Cavepeople have a dozen other humans that they care about. And maybe a dog.
