Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for July 31, 2009

Yup, sensitive as a frying pan.

Take comfort, Yaz – someday he’ll be changing the oil in your Jaguar.

Yaz deserves better, as I said yesterday. Musclebound Roger is small of brain and probably small elsewhere, as well!

@TN Charlie: LOL.

and a blond dumb jock to boot. Can’t get much worse for stereotyping….. Yaz definitely deserves better, but it will take some maturing for her to realize that. TN Charlie; good one! Best I’ve heard in a long time!

Just another myth Sisy. Like prostitution being the oldest profession. That distinction belongs to farming. People sold (or bartered) food before body parts.

I’m not convinced, Cogent. I’d be willing to bet that in pre-agricultural, hunter-gatherer societies, there were people willing to trade favors for some freshly-slaughtered mammoth meat.

I have always wondered if you “jacked a jock”, and made him a candidate for the Vienna Boys Choir, if he would still be as obnoxiously conceited as he is or if he would mellow out and actually act like a human being. It’s not as easy to insult people when you are doing it in soprano.

Assuming that they were polite enough to ask that far back, hunting and gathering would pre-date the sex trade. Survival trumps procreation every time if only to ensure that procreation is possible. Put another way, hunting and gathering would insure survival of the clan if enough were involved in the endeavor. I doubt that any would be left over for casual sex. LOL

It’s a well known fact that Nancy Neanderthal used to put out for an extra berry or two.

How did we get from jock jerks to troglodyte trollops? The way this list is wandering, we’ll soon be discussing floor wax.

Well human bings will be horny. Or are you saying the human libido evolved? Cogent.

First Steve, then Weird Harold, now Roger. Men are really batting a thousand here!

Poor Yaz. I like her.

okeedoekee……it evolved……from pure animalism to slightly controlable hormonal outbreaks.

@Sherlockwatson: I prefer Johnson’s wax, myself.

Goldurn it, Wiseguy, you beat me to it.

My bet is that the oldest profession–something someone specializes in, in exchange for the means for survival provided by others–was probably weapon-maker. Anybody can bash out a crude stone hand-axe. But to knapp a really fine stone spear- or arrow-head requires expertise. I can easily see some older fellow, or someone who had been injured and could no longer keep up with the chase, deciding to retire from the rigors of hunting and make his living trading high-quality gear to the younger fellows for portions of their kills.

Then, as now, geeks rule(d).

If you’re saying Darwin’s survival of the fittest is pure bunk, then I bow to your assessment. Useless eater, indeed!

Grr, I say no such thing (if you’re replying to me).

Of course you’re not, but that is the logical conclusion of your statement.

First Steve (Improviser), then the Nerd (Theorist), and now the Jock (Stabilizer). When Yaz finally finds a fellow sensitive, intuitive, intelligent Catalyst, it’s a penguin one-third her height. Temperaments at work, my friends.

Some days you just can’t win. :(

(Terms (c) by Linda V. Berens of Interstrength Associates.) :D