🐵 Jane Goodall observes the orange alpha and his human followers mistaking noise for power.
“The dominant male of this peculiar troop is easily spotted: bulbous in form, with an unusual orange coloration, a synthetic pelt perched on his head, and an expression of perpetual grievance. Taxonomists classify him as Homo Narcissus Vulgaris—an insecure subspecies defined by noise displays, conspicuous consumption, and the conviction that every reflective surface holds either an enemy or an admirer.
This specimen thrives not by hunting or building but by perpetual performance. His dominance displays are daily and unceasing: roaring at rallies, thrashing the air as if chasing off invisible rivals, declaring his magnificence in tones that blend grandeur with desperation.” Read more ↓
I read The Chimpanzees of Gombe in my early 20s back in the 90s and it partially inspired me to take an Earthwatch trip for a black rhino census on my honeymoon.
I also heard Jane speak in person twice, once when living in the US, where I remember standing in line to say hello and once when she came to Hong Kong before the pandemic. I remember being wowed by how she came running up on stage at that time with so much energy.
Her bright light in our current world will be missed.
I loved her Netflix interview, filmed before her death with the promise it would be aired after her death. I loved that she wanted to see her mother in Heaven, if there is one, and not her husbands, whom she loved but who did not have the privilege of having supported her love of animals so early in her life. Earthworms in her bed. I loved that she wanted to stuff a rocket to oblivion with all the same men we all would put aboard the craft.
🐵 Jane Goodall observes the orange alpha and his human followers mistaking noise for power.
“The dominant male of this peculiar troop is easily spotted: bulbous in form, with an unusual orange coloration, a synthetic pelt perched on his head, and an expression of perpetual grievance. Taxonomists classify him as Homo Narcissus Vulgaris—an insecure subspecies defined by noise displays, conspicuous consumption, and the conviction that every reflective surface holds either an enemy or an admirer.
This specimen thrives not by hunting or building but by perpetual performance. His dominance displays are daily and unceasing: roaring at rallies, thrashing the air as if chasing off invisible rivals, declaring his magnificence in tones that blend grandeur with desperation.” Read more ↓
https://patricemersault.substack.com/p/the-noisiest-male-in-the-forest?r=4d7sow
Beautiful tribute to such an extraordinary woman💚
Thank you, Ruta!
Thank you for this heartfelt tribute — her work has inspired generations 🥲
Yes it will! Thank you so much.
❤️❤️
I read The Chimpanzees of Gombe in my early 20s back in the 90s and it partially inspired me to take an Earthwatch trip for a black rhino census on my honeymoon.
I also heard Jane speak in person twice, once when living in the US, where I remember standing in line to say hello and once when she came to Hong Kong before the pandemic. I remember being wowed by how she came running up on stage at that time with so much energy.
Her bright light in our current world will be missed.
I loved her Netflix interview, filmed before her death with the promise it would be aired after her death. I loved that she wanted to see her mother in Heaven, if there is one, and not her husbands, whom she loved but who did not have the privilege of having supported her love of animals so early in her life. Earthworms in her bed. I loved that she wanted to stuff a rocket to oblivion with all the same men we all would put aboard the craft.