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Individuals & Families in a Diverse Society
Wednesday, March 19, 2008 at 10:38 AM

Chapter One
Suggest what family life might have been like in one of the historical periods summarized in this chapter. Write a critique of family life from the point of view of a young adult during that time and of the opposite gender from you.

Lianne-style answer (based on the Hunter-Gatherer lifestyle):

It has come to the end of a day; probably the only time I can get to rest my weary feet and aching body. Chasing after those ugly grunting creatures in the forest all day can be taxing. They move faster than I'd expect them to. But then again, if I don't hunt, how would I contribute to my family?

I sit under a tree, sipping from a pitcher plant, and thinking about my home. Despite having run through the "go-out-and-hunt-for-a-week-or-more" routine several times, it isn't as pleasant as some people think. The female with the mole on the right of her face told me before that she envied us men who get to go out on long expeditions to explore the beautiful jungle. But she doesn't realize that there is a lot more to it than going around stabbing the grunting creatures, or even the growling ones.

I know I envy her at least - they can bring home the things that don't move, like berries and nuts and greenies. Ironically, I don't even eat those things - to be a man, I have to eat like a man and men eat only meat. Anyway I digress... Fine, so once in a while they get those long-eared creatures or the feathery things that can flap about. Frankly, I think they get it easy - I don't so much like hunting. It's strenuous and I can't watch the kids as they grow up. Every time you look at them they seem bigger or more numerous...

Also, those females just rely on us to play handyman all the time - I think my biggest complaint comes from here. I toil all day long to make a sharp dagger and they break it while hammering herbs. Take the cake! All that strength and effort down the drain.

Ironically, they get the recognition and respect just because they can come up with the children. I'm not sure why I can't have any.. have tried time after time but it only seems to be them that get the kids. Maybe I'm cursed. And what's so funny is, since our family consists of 10 males and 13 females, we just divide the kids between us and feed whoever. I don't know - frankly I don't agree with the system.

It's also because I actually would like to find out more about the female with the mole on the right of her face. Somehow, it feels wrong to share her - there's just something in her that makes me feel like going home, back to the family. When I go back, I'll bring a growling creature (dead, of course) back for her and her offspring only. Maybe she would think about it, consider just bearing my offspring. Oh, the thought of it... just her, and me...

All that I can think of, and I can take action upon, but only when I catch the grunting creature and find my way back to my family...

End.