Prehistoric Hunter-Gatherer female: Look gerald it really is simple, these berries are Blood Orange and safe to eat and these ones are Vermilion and are poisonous
Prehistoric Hunter-Gatherer Male: Me only see red, me only think in terms of “thing to club” and “thing not to club” ooga ooga
Prehistoric Hunter-Gatherer Male: Me trapped by modern and western scientists and anthropologists’ own ingrained perceptions of gender and masculinity, data can be greatly affected by our own cultural bias and no one can be truly objective. Me conceived as an easy cop out answer to justify gender inequality, me must exist in order to maintain these perceptions and expectations. Me hit self with club ooga ooga
Also –
Prehistoric Hunter-gatherer Male – there terrible shortage of fertile women. Must fight other males to ensure I get young blonde ones with torso shaped like two spherical rocks at apex of conical mound.
Prehistoric Hunter-gatherer female – I’ve already given birth to five kids, three of whom are still alive.
Prehistoric hunter-gatherer male – nope, terrible shortage of fertile women. Must only mate with those I think perfect “10,” to ensure survival of my genes.
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