Two earlier posts on The Neurobiology of Play and Taking Play Seriously examined play as the neurobiological and behavioral levels. Together, they present an argument for play as one primary way that animals with large brains achieve neurological integration through play’s role in skilled behavioral engagement and the building of social relationships. The last post ended by discussing the role of play in joint coordination and reciprocal fair play, and the first post by saying that play helps combine sensory information, emotional states, cognitive framing, bodily movement, and decision making.
Today I want to argue that together, these processes help promote the production of culture. Without the integration of basic neurological processing and social relationships into culture, culture is, in effect, an empty shell of forms and roles and symbols. Play connects us into cultural forms, helps recreate them anew for developing individuals and even create new forms. In other words, I see play as part of how we get cultural creole, which I discussed in an early post, Avatars and Cultural Creole, on the challenge persistent on-line communities present to anthropology’s theory of culture.
But first a mini-ethnographic moment. I went sledding with my kids the other day. My eldest son’s best friend joined us, along with his older sister. At first I was sledding with my little daughter as the boys zipped and at times tumbled down the hill on their own. They started to create a game out of it, imagining they were space ships in battle. Arguments began to break out over who beat whom and what type of ship each one could be. A new game quickly evolved as I started to race down on my sled after them—suddenly I became the enemy, trying to torpedo them, hands outstretched as they tried to squirm away. (To note, the combined rough-and-tumble/Space Wars held no interest for the older sister and was a bit too dangerous for my daughter, so they started hanging out and doing things together. Play and gender…) Then the game evolved more, as I went up the other side of the run-off pond where we sled. First I was a dangerous battleship attacking them. Tiring more quickly than they did, I finally simply lay there on the flat bottom of the pond and became a battlestar which they could ram with fierce joy.
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