In the early '70s, I got a terrible note from the City University of New York. That note found me stoned in the middle of a commune in Oregon. There are only a few things that have been absolutely consistent in my life. Anthropology is one of them. Motherhood is another.
Unregenerate heterosexuality is a third.
I have always been mated. That pretty much sums it up. A mother fucking anthropologist. And I'm old. I rode with a guy last month who wore a T-shirt that said Old Age Ain't for Sissies, and he's right.