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Naked Writing
Aug. 3rd, 2006 03:49 pmOK, so the posting yesterday of the naked writing has led my wandering mind to a question:
Why the hell do we have clothes?
I mean, where did the entire concept come from? Not peer pressure. We didn't look around as ape-men and say, "OMG! The porpoises are wearing skirts! We've got to get some of those!" Why are we the only species on the planet that feels compelled to cover ourselves in fake fur-replacements? The obvious reason that leaps to my mind is protection. To protect our skin from the sun. To protect our skin from briars and such. To protect ourselves from accidentally hitting ourselves in the balls with our club? Seems kind of lame for that. I mean, obviously we do it now because of the social moors of decency and whatnot. But where did those social moors come from? Who sat down and said, "BTW, I think we should all cover ourselves, because, you know, someone might be looking."
Or is this a sexual thing, like male birds having pretty colors to attract the females, but in reverse. Did men get so self-conscious at some point that they said, "Wait a second! If I cover this up, the females won't know what kind of package I've got and I can score easier!" Or something.
But I'm serious. How did this "clothing" concept even arise? Where did it come from? We always picture the first clothing as being the caveman's loin-cloth . . . but why did the caveman care? Do we have evidence that they cared? Where was the transition from nude to Soho?
Not that the answer matters. Perhaps it was aliens.
In any case, I managed to write today (not in the nude, because it started out hot but we got some thunderclappers and that cooled it down big time . . . although not back to the norm temp for this time of year). Again, not as much as I'd hoped for, but some. I now know the shape of the rest of the chapter (all 5 pages and 2 scenes of it) and should be able to finish that off tomorrow even if the writing is slow. If not, I'll set aside some time to finish it this weekend. One chapter a week until the beginning of the new semester is my goal, which won't get the novel done by then, but should get it close. I hope. Or perhaps not, since the word count doesn't seem to be near 50% yet. There may be more chapters to this thing then I think.
Vacant Throne
Why the hell do we have clothes?
I mean, where did the entire concept come from? Not peer pressure. We didn't look around as ape-men and say, "OMG! The porpoises are wearing skirts! We've got to get some of those!" Why are we the only species on the planet that feels compelled to cover ourselves in fake fur-replacements? The obvious reason that leaps to my mind is protection. To protect our skin from the sun. To protect our skin from briars and such. To protect ourselves from accidentally hitting ourselves in the balls with our club? Seems kind of lame for that. I mean, obviously we do it now because of the social moors of decency and whatnot. But where did those social moors come from? Who sat down and said, "BTW, I think we should all cover ourselves, because, you know, someone might be looking."
Or is this a sexual thing, like male birds having pretty colors to attract the females, but in reverse. Did men get so self-conscious at some point that they said, "Wait a second! If I cover this up, the females won't know what kind of package I've got and I can score easier!" Or something.
But I'm serious. How did this "clothing" concept even arise? Where did it come from? We always picture the first clothing as being the caveman's loin-cloth . . . but why did the caveman care? Do we have evidence that they cared? Where was the transition from nude to Soho?
Not that the answer matters. Perhaps it was aliens.
In any case, I managed to write today (not in the nude, because it started out hot but we got some thunderclappers and that cooled it down big time . . . although not back to the norm temp for this time of year). Again, not as much as I'd hoped for, but some. I now know the shape of the rest of the chapter (all 5 pages and 2 scenes of it) and should be able to finish that off tomorrow even if the writing is slow. If not, I'll set aside some time to finish it this weekend. One chapter a week until the beginning of the new semester is my goal, which won't get the novel done by then, but should get it close. I hope. Or perhaps not, since the word count doesn't seem to be near 50% yet. There may be more chapters to this thing then I think.
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