The volume of procreation in 100,000 years of sex depresses me. Even if only one person got laid every millennium — and I'm pretty sure the actual statistic is higher — that's still about twice the amount of sex that I've experienced. So a new exhibit at the Neanderthal Museum in Mettman near Düsseldorf examining the last 100,000 years in sex is pretty much one big flip-off to guys like me.
You know, Rousseau often wrote about the noble savage, the idyllic days of man before modern enlightenment where man openly communed with nature. He was full of it, and I've always been skeptical, but a world where meat is sexual currency? My first thought is, "sign me up!" But then I consider the world's oldest condom... the slithering intestine ripped out of the freshly killed boar through which sex was bartered, then slipped over a caveman's erection, and suddenly I'm not so sure.
New Exhibition Pays Tribute to 100,000 Years of Sex [Spiegel.de] (via Posthuman Blues)
