Some scientists are advocating a return to the dietary habits of our Paleolithic ancestors, to whom heart disease, obesity, and other common modern ills were rare or unknown. This pre-agricultural menu would include lots of gamy, stringy meat, bitter leafy vegetables, various nuts and fruits, and large helpings of insects and larvae. I happen to agree that a diet more strongly emphasizing larvae would indeed help to produce a leaner populace.

I wonder what I would've been like as a Stone Age me. Surely at least some of my personality traits are inherited, and so would've been present in at least latent form if I had been born into a more rugged, hunter-gatherer milieu. I could see how being a naturally fussy eater would present a few problems. I could turn up my nose at wriggling grubs all day long, but there would've been scant alternatives. I'm not quite at home in an outdoorsy sort of lifestyle, but what would my options have realistically been? I really can't see myself running about all day in the sun, struggling to keep up, perhaps gaping in awe at a humming black monolith, and always trying not to look embarrassed at all the casual nudity, the horrible bouncing mud-encrusted genitalia of my extended family. Not exactly the beautiful people. How would homosexual interest be expressed? My gaze lingering a moment too long as my lithe young brother or cousin or brother/cousin brings down a proto-gazelle with his bare hands, I summon the courage and break the ice: "Hey, umm, no offense but you look, like, totally hot? Like before when we were fleeing that predator, and you were waving your arms and screaming, that was really sexy. I'm just saying is all. Seriously, I'm not lying to ya. Lying? Umm, it's like, saying something you know to be untrue. Nevermind. So, like, can I maybe groom you sometime? I know that's totally female of me, but I just really want to for some reason. Want some larvae?"

Smooth. I would've been so doomed. I probably would've been the first human being ever gaybashed.