by Emma on Wed Mar 05, 2003 10:05 pm
One of the benefits of doing social anthropology is you get to take Amazonia and read all about gods with 30-foot penises. I once photocopied a rather nice silhouette picture of a god who'd woven special baskets to keep his in and gave it to male friends who were taking the course as a good-luck-in-the-exam thing. The book it came from was terrible, though it had some funny stories about 'the wandering/hungry vagina', which got hungry one night and left its owner to go eat some manioc porridge. Someone saw it lift the lid of the porridge pot and, thinking it was a food-stealing animal, threw an ember at it. The poor burnt vagina ran back up inside its owner and to this day vaginas don't walk about...
[hr]'I used to rock and roll all night and party every day. Then it was every other day. Now I'm lucky if I can find half an hour a week in which to get funky'