It’s been a hundred degrees here in Austin for about a week now, and there’s no end in sight. Hardly a moment has gone by that I wasn’t drenched in sweat.
At this time of year I always muse on sweat. People always talk about how special humans are because we have the upright body posture and the opposable thumbs and the symbolic language.
But hardly anyone mentions that only humans are capable of the full-body sweat.
I mean we’re mostly hairless because of the full-body sweat, and everyone seems to like that part.
Now full-body sweat is either because our big, fat brains add too much heat to the core body temperature, or because we used our temperature tolerance to run around killing things in the punishing African heat.
Either way, when all is said and done, I would prefer to live in the cold.
