Okay, I admit I’m not a technology whiz. Not an idiot, but
not a whiz. I’ll never be an “early adopter.” Instead, I’m one of those people
who waits until a high-tech product is on its third or fourth generation and
the price has come down significantly before buying some new gadget. I don’t fear
learning something new, I just find it annoying to have to spend time mastering
yet another new system when I just got the hang of the earlier way of doing
things. I often joke that I was born in the wrong place and time and would have
been very happy living as a cavewoman with no technology.
There would be lots of benefits of being a cavewoman. For
one, we wouldn’t have to shave our legs or armpits. In fact, we’d need the hair
to keep us warm. Secondly, no vacuuming. What would be the point of vacuuming a
dirt floor? Ditto for dusting. Since we’d
only have one or two animal skins to wear, laundry would be minimal. And we
wouldn’t be expected to fix gourmet meals for dinner. Heck, our families would
probably be happy to get some type of soup made from tree bark and roots. My
only concern about being a cavewoman is that I wouldn’t get to be a writer. I
suppose I could tell my stories another way, through cave drawings in a sort of
storyboard format or perhaps tell them aloud through a series of grunts and
snorts and pantomime. I’m not sure I’d feel comfortable acting out the romantic
scenes, though. That could be a little awkward. : )
If you could choose to be born in a different time and/or
place, when and where would it be and why? Would you rather go back to the past,
or venture into the future? How would
living in a different time and place affect who you are and what you do with
your life?
1 comment:
Victorian London, with antibiotics! The world was a wonder then; ships brought in amazing things daily, Stoker and Conan Doyle were just publishing, and I'd have had the chance to nail Jack the Ripper...:)
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