The Ape Song

I'm always looking around to see what some ape is up to.  "Some ape"  just means random people here or there, mostly on the Internet.

Humanity likes to check out other apes to see the current mode of their evaluations.

Obviously, we're all becoming pretty conservative these days, since the 'Net has tightened so much and people are required to post under their actual names.   That means that the "radical" ape who would spout extreme theories under a pseudonym has to tone it down a bit.

The return to a conservative reflexes has another consequence, which is that simple truisms seem to form the basis for reality.  There's less room for experimentation when one accepts other people's formulations as facts.

Certainly I have never done so, which is why I am still here, typing my subjective radicalism.  Culture is the third dimension missing from most ideological discourses.  Yet it ought to be taken into account, even in such earnest outpourings as those related to psychoanalysis.

My marriage, for instance, was based on a culturally instilled need to hook up with a warrior type.  I enjoy a high level of aggression both in myself and in others.  My partner's background and (consequently) attitudes are very similar to mine.  In a strange way, we shared the same historical period of time, since my childhood upbringing was time-locked and by the time I'd come out of my time-locked historical juncture, the world had moved on, and all the apes had become tame.

I had to go very far back in history to find the correct sort of ape.  This one emerged in 1945.