Fight the Man
I haven't seen a good fight for a while. Thats what I was thinking Saturday night as I watched a friend's drunk friend get in a fight on the street in the West Village.
I remember the fist fight I ever saw - it was my first day at the public high school, I watched five black guys jump a white guy. Then at a party, I was standing next to T.P., my best guy friend in H.S., and out of nowhere, a fist came flying through the air and landed on T.P.'s jaw. I remember my step-sister's boyfriend pulled me out of the way- it was so fast it was like he had Inspector Gadget arms.
Then there were all the normal frat fights when I was in college - the ones that spread all over the entire porch at Potbelly's until there was not one plastic piece of furniture or wrought iron table standing upright. What always surprised me was the outcome, no matter if they won or lost - they almost seemed exalted by the fight. It was like threrapy.
Maybe that is what women need: to throw a punch now and again. Men have this ability to completely ignore what is happening or what should be happening and just dive into action, while I think women are more careful because we worry about the after effects, the shock waves. We're scared of losing the fight. This isn't really going anywhere and it doesn't really make sense, but I do know one thing. When I play golf, somehow I always hit a better drive when I imagine the ball is George Bush's face.
I remember the fist fight I ever saw - it was my first day at the public high school, I watched five black guys jump a white guy. Then at a party, I was standing next to T.P., my best guy friend in H.S., and out of nowhere, a fist came flying through the air and landed on T.P.'s jaw. I remember my step-sister's boyfriend pulled me out of the way- it was so fast it was like he had Inspector Gadget arms.
Then there were all the normal frat fights when I was in college - the ones that spread all over the entire porch at Potbelly's until there was not one plastic piece of furniture or wrought iron table standing upright. What always surprised me was the outcome, no matter if they won or lost - they almost seemed exalted by the fight. It was like threrapy.
Maybe that is what women need: to throw a punch now and again. Men have this ability to completely ignore what is happening or what should be happening and just dive into action, while I think women are more careful because we worry about the after effects, the shock waves. We're scared of losing the fight. This isn't really going anywhere and it doesn't really make sense, but I do know one thing. When I play golf, somehow I always hit a better drive when I imagine the ball is George Bush's face.
1 Comments:
These days, I think I could use a punching bag and about 20 minutes to exhaust myself though I have a feeling it wouldn't take 20 minutes before I gave up. But I do think you're right. Women need some sort of violent outlet.
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yayaempress, at November 16, 2004 8:30 AM
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