I like to think of myself as an anthropologist. I’m of course not an anthropologist, have no training whatsoever in the discipline, never read an article or book on the subject, and learned the meaning of the word only a few weeks ago. Yet whenever I find myself in a social context or amid throngs of people I inevitably become an anthropologist, observing the strange animal behavior and taking mental notes. Actually, I wonder if I’m more a zoologist than anthropologist. Take tonight at a party, for instance. I observed some ostensible humans eating like pigs, some puking log dogs, some drinking like horses, and others acting like jackasses.