[Nelle Writes is honing her craft as she toils away late nights on writing the perfect novel. She takes time away to share thoughts and snippets of her life on her stimulating blog posts. Nelle asks, "Can you share how your world would look if it were recreated in a Flintstone environment?"]
One of my only memories of the Flintstone’s is the sound of Fred hollering Wilma! If my husband felt the need to scream my name with such authority I would club him over the head, drag him over the mountain, and feed him to the mountain lion. Afterall, he would be Neanderthal and wouldn’t know any better! 
If I were a cave woman I would not be living the Flintstone dream with the stone house, the rubble mobile, and all of the fine dining. I would not be so civilized or patient as Wilma.
I envision I would have a temperamental disposition, a strange odor about me, scraggly hair, and a club for good measure.
My home would be the dirt floor of a cave with only a small fire to keep us warm. I would feed my children berries, leaves, and roots. The only comfort of the evening would be the kill of the day to fill our carnivorous bodies with nourishment.
I wouldn’t be thinking of the common woes of looking up at the glass ceiling, the rat race, and contemplating the next best diet late into the evening. I would be on the diet of survival and test of will to live until the next day.
My job would be to fend for myself and raise my feral children to use their brains when escaping the perils of the animal kingdom. The comfort and security of home would be not even a memory. It would cease to exist. We would be the starting point of our evolution and defying the odds of natural selection.
The only difference in my cave world is I am equal to the man and am a necessity to his survival. It is my ability to build fire, nurture our children, and work with other women to create an organized tribal society. The only question I ask as a cave woman looking into the future, Where and when did we lose our equality?
Do you have the answer?
