What kind of women do we dislike? Unambiguously, too headstrong and impudent. Give us an obedient, fearful one who opens her mouth only for the sake of praise and gratitude to her beloved spouse. Whether a friend has the appearance of Monroe or Varley in their best years, we will not cease to be jarred by her independence. You can still put up with this, but a normal man will not tolerate ridicule and outright disrespect. And this feeling is familiar not only to us, but also to the Eskimos, Papuans and Indians. I will now tell you an instructive parable of one of the tribes.
The Chamacoco people live in South America. Its development froze in the "Stone Age". In 1905, the Czech traveler Albert Fritsch entered the tribe. The money for the trip was allocated by the Petersburg Academy of Sciences. Fritsch witnessed an unusual ceremony called the "dance of the spirits of death."
Dances with spirits.
The Chamakoko men wore masks on their heads, decorated their costumes with feathers, smeared themselves with red and white paints, hung themselves with amulets, and blew on whistles made of human bones. At the same time, women, seeing a crowd of mummers, had to hide or fall face down on the ground, so as not to bring trouble to the whole family.
A woman of the Chamacoco tribe.
The traveler managed to find out where this custom came from. The story began long ago, when the Chamakoko women were arrogant and headstrong. One day the tribe started a large-scale resettlement. Everyone took off and started off. The women found a wild melon and pierced it with sticks. The spirits came out of the fruit and started dancing. The men got scared, grabbed the children and ran to a safe distance. But their wives were not embarrassed by the appearance of otherworldly entities. They began to dance among the spirits, have fun and enter into close relationships with them. This went on for several days.
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Finally, the spirits, having enjoyed the female company, demanded men to come to them. The girls forcibly dragged their husbands into the hut to the spirits, who began to have fun with the stronger sex just as they had done with the beautiful before. Men dutifully accepted all experiments, because they were in awe of the higher powers.
At this time, out of jealousy and harm, the wives began to make fun of their faithful and even spirits.
Then the main spirit Aishtuvente suggested that the men of the tribe exterminate all the girls, promising them new companions in return. Much better. The men did just that. And in the morning they saw that one still survived. (In fact, it was the daughter of Aishtuvente).
They rushed after the girl, and she turned into a deer and galloped into the forest. The men did not lag behind. There, a young woman climbed a tall tree and began to invite her pursuers. She spread her hips to the sides, smiled invitingly, and the Chamakoko rushed to crawl up. But because of a great desire, they splattered the tree trunk with seed and slid down. The girl, however, laughed at them enough and prompted them to climb up the liana to her. That helped.
All men in turn had love with a werewolf girl. Then the daughter Aishtuvente ordered to kill herself and divide the body among all the hunters of the tribe. And so they did. The next day, new women emerged from the pieces of meat. They were humble, in awe of spirits, and respected their husbands.
Such is the cautionary tale for overly proud and daring ladies:)