Are my psychoses the result of my primordial ancestor’s survival adaptation? Is my kill or be killed passion for chocolate the result of a clever individual’s trick to avoid being eaten by a predator? Are my acute neuroses that are activated whenever I cross a high bridge, a means that a cliff-dwelling predecessor used to avoid falling to their death?

My best friend from college emailed me that he had just finished a hefty tome on Evolutionary Psychology. He said that it had taken him three weeks and that as a result his brain is the “consistency of mush.” He said the book was “excessively complicated” and used “a unique vocabulary,  the purpose of which seems to be to allow those who use it to hide their ignorance and inability to communicate their ideas clearly.”

Not much of a recommendation for a book!