Motivations.

I put a comment on somebody’s blog this morning. Now I’ve decided it will make a post in its own right. I don’t know whether that’s cheating or not, but who’s making the rules?

Sorry Carmen, and all those who read her blog, you’ve already seen this one.

Back in the 1970’s there was a bunch of Amazonian Indians living a simple, carefree and contended life in the Brazilian jungle. Then they got themselves discovered by some white anthropologists. Next thing you know, a production crew turned up and the poor natives became unwitting stars in a TV documentary. So we in Britain sat glued to the set saying things like ‘Oh, look, those native women don’t have any pubic hair. That’s interesting, isn’t it? I mean, they can’t have things like razors or beard trimmers, can they? They must be different than us. Well of course they are, they’re An Example of a Primitive Culture. How quaint. Wouldn’t mind going there.’

Well, I did anyway.

So people did go there. McDonalds went there. ‘What a waste of space,’ said some bright spark in Illinois. ‘If we cut down those trees and push out those funny, hairless little brown people, we could make lots of room for lots of cows. Then we could make lots of – what should we call them – er, Big Macs! That’s it. Big Macs. That’s a catchy name, isn’t it? Worth destroying the indigenous culture and a few million acres of rain forest for, eh? Yeah. Let’s do it. We corporate types sure do know how to kick some serious ass.’

All I wanted to do was find out whether the lack of pubic hair encouraged a tendency towards open relationships. Boys will be boys. Or anthropologists. But definitely not corporate types.