The following Mark's Daily Apple article was written by Marksissons and is narrated by Brock Armstrong.

A brief history of the primal movement.

It's relatively easy being primal nowadays.

Most restaurants have dairy-free, gluten-free options, if not entire menus devoted to primal-friendly

restrictions.

Actual paleo restaurants and food trucks literally exist.

Minimalist shoes are everywhere.

Standing desks are standard at many corporations. A farmer's

market lurks around every corner. Regular grocery stores carry grass-fed butter and beef,

and Whole Foods has a paleo hot bar. Comment sections of mainstream nutrition articles are overrun

with primal supporters dropping knowledge bombs, and in 2013,

the paleo diet was the most searched for diet in Google.

But it wasn't always like this.

If you weren't around for the hard scrabble days of your, you probably don't realize what

we endured.

I'm talking about the days when you'd get asked to leave

a store for wearing monkey toe socks. Waiters had no idea what gluten-free meant and you had to say

real butter, you know, from cows, or else receive food cooked in butter-flavored soy oil, if they even had butter. You were the lone dissenting voice

among hundreds of commenters on a red meat will kill you article. Back in 2006, when I started writing

my blog, Mark's Daily Apple, the average person had no clue about the primal lifestyle. Those of us who espoused it were fringe

characters, radicals on street corners with cardboard signs. But sometimes those crazy guys on the

streets aren't so crazy. Sometimes their rants and raves catch on. I remember being out to dinner

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