I'll go you one better. Think about the act of kissing. Not how it makes you *feel* when you're doing it right, with someone who's also doing it right. But the actual physical act of kissing. WEIRD, yo.
I think that comes from mothers masticating food and giving it to infants. Then people kept kissing because it was sorta homey. Then it turned them on and they all went into therapy for ten thousand years.
Buffistas: Making themselves as self-conscious as possible since 1999.
Buffistas: Thinking Too Much since 1999
Hey, you don't even have to kill things to find offputting meals. Palak paneer, which I love, often has an unfortunate resemblence to something else.
In times of famine, people will eat bark, roots, leather... and our prehistoric ancestors probably had many more periods of famine than we do now. So I'm sure there was desperate experimentation.
Let's all just be thankful that somebody discovered the (cooked) onion.
Mmmmmm, raw onions......
Maybe they weren't super sanitary
It really can't be overstated that, particularly in the populated places, the world has not historically been a very sanitary or pleasant smelling place.
But raw onions are so handy!
Nutty, in my years of riding London and Montreal public transit I never had that particular pleasure.
I hate it when I step on a train and I smell urine but I can't tell from where it's coming from. I try to guess where it's
not
coming from and sit there, but I've been wrong once or twice....
I just got a feeling that the troubles I've been having with my left contact lens today will lead to a horrible public transit winking incident on my commute home.