Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Another reason why it's great to be a chick
UFC
Last night, I finally managed to pull the remote control from Nina and decided that I'd seen just about enough forensic awfulness for one lifetime. I started scrolling through the channels and stopped on Spike where they were showing the best UFC fights from 2005. I don't usually care much for that sort of thing, but it was action, skill, and brutality, and it didn't involve anyone in a lab coat pointing out the interesting way the victim's liver splatter pattern gave hints as to the perp.
Nina complained for just a moment about the brutal nature of what we were watching. But then she did what any woman does in this situation; she started picking favorites based solely on looks. And that can't be easy, because these guys is some to' up lookin muthafuckas.
After about thirty minutes, Nina started grabbing on me and lightly slapping me. She was playing around and starting to get into the fights. Then she up and climbs on top of me and tried to get me into one of those submission holds. Not knowing that simply grabbing my thigh will not render me helpless, I put her in an ankle bar and won. Still she kept coming at me and pounding on me. It didn't hurt and it's cute to see a girl try to man up like that.
And that's when it occurred to me. This is definitely a right that women have that men do not. I get riled up watching this stuff too. But it's never going to pop in my brain "Hmmm... I'd like to imitate these warriors. Maybe I'll just pound the fuck out of my wife. That's fair." But girls can. Surely, she wasn't laying into me full force, and I think she knew that at any time I could have grabbed her wrist and made her slap her own face a few dozen times. But how nice for girls that if they choose to they can just start taking out aggression on us without any real concern for the consequences.
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Last night, I finally managed to pull the remote control from Nina and decided that I'd seen just about enough forensic awfulness for one lifetime. I started scrolling through the channels and stopped on Spike where they were showing the best UFC fights from 2005. I don't usually care much for that sort of thing, but it was action, skill, and brutality, and it didn't involve anyone in a lab coat pointing out the interesting way the victim's liver splatter pattern gave hints as to the perp.
Nina complained for just a moment about the brutal nature of what we were watching. But then she did what any woman does in this situation; she started picking favorites based solely on looks. And that can't be easy, because these guys is some to' up lookin muthafuckas.
After about thirty minutes, Nina started grabbing on me and lightly slapping me. She was playing around and starting to get into the fights. Then she up and climbs on top of me and tried to get me into one of those submission holds. Not knowing that simply grabbing my thigh will not render me helpless, I put her in an ankle bar and won. Still she kept coming at me and pounding on me. It didn't hurt and it's cute to see a girl try to man up like that.
And that's when it occurred to me. This is definitely a right that women have that men do not. I get riled up watching this stuff too. But it's never going to pop in my brain "Hmmm... I'd like to imitate these warriors. Maybe I'll just pound the fuck out of my wife. That's fair." But girls can. Surely, she wasn't laying into me full force, and I think she knew that at any time I could have grabbed her wrist and made her slap her own face a few dozen times. But how nice for girls that if they choose to they can just start taking out aggression on us without any real concern for the consequences.
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