Smell my apple

Reading my current book, A Brain That Changes Itself. The first two chapters were what I expected as far as neuroscience wonders and oddities. Some of the first chapter tells the story about a woman who for 5 years felt as if every waking minute was spent falling. Later you meet another woman who can tell time but couldn't tell you why or what time was. Mother's daughter and daughter's mother meant the same thing to her. She was also called a 'piler'. She had to keep all her drawers open and everything important in a big pile, because if she didn't see it, it did not exist.

This third chapter deals with sexual behavior and takes a very abrupt turn. Suddenly I'm visualizing about a kids foot stuck in a drunk masturbating mother's vagina, men who only sleep with certain races, and how porn can cause a lot of problems in one's responses to sexuality. It's potent reading that I'm having to absorb in small chunks.

One small portion talked about how our culture is all about covering up 'smells' or natural body odors. You know, those smells coming from THAT guy who was standing next to you at the grocery store in the bread aisle. Phew!

Well imagine a few hundred years back when natural body odors were considered arousing. A lover supposedly would take a chunk of apple, because it's kinda sweet in it's odor and put it in the armpit for a while so it can soak up some of your sweaty hot yum yum juju. You would then slip this warm and moist love biscuit to your lover for them to inhale over and over so they could shudder at the thought of being in your arms.

That's pretty nasty no?