How Men Got to Believe They Are Superior

It was a filthy day outside the cave.  Icy rain  falling, wind blowing, and the women considered going on a diet as there wasn’t a bite to eat inside.

The men were sitting on their rumps discussing the usual stupidity when one woman turned to them, and making her voice high and plaintive said;

“Oh Men, Great Men, we pitiful weak women are hungry.  We depend on you to go out and kill a Giant Whatsit for dinner because we are too weak and pitiful to do it ourselves.”

She batted her eyes a few times then lowered her head.

Each man looked at the other, and fixing their loin clothes rose as one;

“Oh pitiful weak women, never fear, Great Men are here! We are not afraid of Giant Whatsits so will go out with our crummy cheeseboard spears to kill them and bring the meat home for you to eat!”

All the women clasped their hands together, and looking insipid chorused…
“My hero!”

So out into the filthy day go the men, while the women drink coffee and lounge around the fire discussing who has the most inconsiderate insensitive mate.

So out in the filthy day, with the icy rain pouring down and a foul wind blowing come a bunch of clumsy men with cheeseboard spears searching for Giant Whatsis.

Other animals looked at the men, but they were kind of smelly and dirty and didn’t look appetising and it was too much trouble to get up and kill one, they let them pass. Anyway, seeing how clumsy the men were, most animals figured to wait until one fell off the hill or into a hole, so as not to have to break a sweat killing him.

The Giant Whatsit saw the men coming and assumed it was comic relief until the cheese board spears started puncturing it’s flesh, then it turned and began to attack them.

Meanwhile, back at the cave, the women assumed the chumps had probably killed themselves, so went to bed, planning on migrating south and finding another set of chumps.

All night the men fought one old half dead Giant Whatsit.  A couple of men got squashed by it, but there wasn’t time to mourn.  Finally, in the wee hours, a Giant Whatsit lay dead, and the men stood around, trying to figure out how to get it back to the cave.

Other animals, more lazy, decided to come and take what parts of the Whatsit they pleased. More men were killed fighting off the other animals. Figuring a leg in the hand is worth more than being some one else’s lunch, the men grabbed a Giant Whatsit leg and ran for their lives, leaving other animals to fight over the remainder of Giant Whatsit.

So the sun is up in the sky, the women out picking berries and digging roots and catching water, so the men find the cave empty. 

Exhausted but starving they use their remaining strength to hack up the Giant Whatsit eg into small pieces, and drop it into a big clay bowl one of the women made to decorate the cave, and boil it over the fire.

When the women come in, they find how many men didn’t make it, but also that there’s some boiled leg of Giant Whatsit in the good clay pot that one of them made to decorate the cave..(which is now all black and messy on the outside).

Some of the women set about adding ingredients to the boiled leg of Whatsit while others exhaust their supply of subterfuge telling the men how very wonderful and powerful and great they are, (as they will be wanting the men  to go out again and kill something else in a week or so).

The surviving men bask in the admiration of the women, and lounge in macho fashion while they are served their piece of Giant Whatsit leg.

This state of events persists for thousands of years, men actually believing that the reason they went out to kill Giant Whatsit was because women were too weak and pitiful so to do, not that they were chumps.