When I was six
years old, my mother produced her fourth child. Expecting another girl, we
waited in anticipation for the emergence of our new sister. Alas, it was not to
be. Out popped a strange crinkled raisin with even stranger crinkled raisins between
his legs. Our baby brother,
Andy, was born.
Not only did he
have a strange set of genitalia and a disgusting little stump of a belly
button, he also sported an intriguing soft spot at the top of his head. Since I
was just a tyke with little understanding of cranial morphology, I couldn’t
quite grasp that the flexible area at the top of his head, which bulged
whenever he screamed and strained, was a necessary component of skull anatomy.
The soft spot,
or fontanel, is the area at the top of the newborn’s head where the cranial
bones have yet to join. There are actually six primary fontanels that reside between the bones of the skull; the largest is on top
and usually fuses at around eighteen months.
Let’s pretend,
for a moment, you were born without them. Without the fontanels,
you’d probably still be dangling from your mother’s vagina, since there’s no
way that giant fetal head is going to make it out without a flexible skull.
Through the magic of evolution, nature has prepared us bigheaded humans for the
tight squeeze that is the birth canal by postponing the joining of the cranial
sutures until after we’ve cleared the lady parts.
The cranial
vault is not a singular bone. It is actually composed of a number of bones that
are joined via sutures. The sutures fuse over time, becoming completely
obliterated, if you’re lucky enough to reach old age.
So now that we
understand the basic mechanics of the vault, let’s explore some of the clever
ways we humans have manipulated our malleable melons. Welcome to the magical,
mystical world of cranial deformation.
Beauty comes in
a variety of forms and is highly dependent upon culture - what one group finds
attractive may repulse an outsider (nipple rings make me want to hurl). When
it comes to adornment or decoration, the human body provides a veritable canvas upon which to express ourselves, and humans have been modifying and mutilating
themselves for tens of thousands of years.
The Maya were a
sophisticated culture that thrived in Mesoamerica for thousands of years before
experiencing a rapid decline, although their ancestors can still be found
around the Yucatan. They were a learned society, with a written language and
math, and they also built some pretty impressive pyramids.
And when they
weren’t calculating their celestial calendars or playing their oh-so-serious
ball games (the losers got death), they were sculpting their newborns’ heads into a
variety of beautiful shapes and sizes.
According to the
Spanish (who upon seeing such oddly shaped heads took a break from pillaging to
ask a few questions), the reason the Maya constructed such elaborate shapes was
to appear more handsome before their gods. They also made it easier to carry stuff.
The broad, flattened variety made an ideal shelf for shuttling baskets from
market to home. Very practical folks, the Maya.
Deformation was
achieved via two basic techniques, which could be altered for more variation. The
head could be bound with tight wrappings and the location of the binding would
determine the direction and shape of the deformation. The other technique
employed specially designed cradles, which squeezed the head in a desired direction.
Either method could not have made for a happy baby. Imagine your young'un strapped
to a board for hours on end. The crying must have been relentless. No wonder
the Maya were big on human sacrifice.
Deformed heads
were considered beautiful by the Maya; an indication of rank among a sea of
common noggins. And many of these skulls have been recovered among the
archaeological ruins of this most impressive civilization. But the Maya weren’t
the only folks to dabble in deformation. Evidence of intentionally modified
heads has been found on nearly every continent going back tens of thousands of
years.
Sadly, the
custom has fallen out of favor, for what I would have given to strap my baby
brother down, sit back with a bowl of
popcorn, and watch his little head elongate into cone-headed perfection.