Brain-Depot

Brain-depots, originating in the lower animal kingdom, and we evolving from these uga, uga, uga cuties inherit and carry on. Some hulking, hairy ancestor somewhere on this planet, a club in one hand, a brunette by the hair in the other, dragging her into his brain-depot cave. An indelible image.

And far to the south, across the mediterranean, in a dark place, another ancestor, a strip of leopard skin across his loins, a fighting stick in one hand, a long strip of lion's skin about the necks of six woolly-haired women, leads them to his brain-depot in the bushes.

And far to the land of the rising sun, a diminutive woman, head obediently bowed, taking quick diminutive steps, maintains three steps, obedient to the brain-depot code, behind a diminutive man.

Enter the American women, the storm-troopers, into the New World. Out from the confining brain-depots of Europe; out from structured, cloistering traditions. The big, open-country New World a dare to figuratively let their hair down, literally loosen that high, tight collar of that ankle-length, loose-fitting dress. The man, confronting undreamed of hazards to conquer the plains; no time to stand on cermony;give her a gun; help defend the log cabin, woman.

And she looked courageously beyond that brain-depot, risking dangerous journeys, intellectually and physically, a few thoughts and a few feet at a time into still prohibited places, ignoring a thunderous, murderous cry:

"Hold rallies? Speak in Public? How dare them! Next they'll want to vote! Stone them! Set fire to the buildings where they're speaking!"

Some screaming, barely escaping the burning buildings.

"You've fought heroically, ladies."

Others lag.

Envious, jealous of your hard-earned strut. We see them -- welcoming the 21st century, hearing: "Drive a car? -- like American women? Not in our culture! Vote and hold political office? Not in our culture! Get an education? Not in our culture! In our culture you stay at home and wash and iron and clean -- and travel? From the bedroom to the kitchen, from the kitchen to the bedroom!"

We see them, face closed, plodding down a street, a small child walking at each side of her, a baby strapped to her back, another held on her left hip with her left hand, another pushed in a buggy with her right hand, and another in her belly.

The culture is robbed of half its brain-power; the society is a stagnant, backward brain-depot.