Word: smackdowns
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...thought I could use some masculinity training, but I didn't really want to deal with the side effects of getting into a brawl (broken bones; bruised head and ego). So I jumped at the chance to go to SmackDown!, the World Wrestling Federation's slugfest in which masculinity rules and violence is the answer to any dispute...
...jumped," he warns. Yeah--I think--she doesn't know what she's getting herself in to. Suddenly, I feel a little cockier about this venture. Satisfied with my newly appointed role as The Protector, I sense some of my Harvardfeebleness melting away. I'm ready for some SmackDown...
...racist comment jolts me for a second--you'd never hear such a thing at Harvard. That guy would not survive the wrath of those who would accuse him of being a callous, indecent, and backward human being. At Smackdown!, no one says a word. A couple of guys actually laugh. In fact, I begin to chuckle, not at the comment, but at a marvelous realization: I don't have to be politically correct--this is professional wrestling! It'sokay to be an asshole. No, it's expected to be an asshole! _Slaughter those disrespectful foreigners! Shame on them...
...sneaking suspicion that I would be the only girl in the Fleet Center who blow-dried her hair before she went to see steroid-filled men pretend to mortally wound one another wearing uni-suits at WWF's Smackdown!. I even contemplated leaving it wet, but my vanity, and the idea that one of these wrestlers might be cute, got the better of me. So I blow-dried my hair, put on the most non-descript outfit I could think of, and headed to the Fleet Center armed with my mace and two days of beginner Tae Bo videos...
...bored. The novelty of seeing live body-slams soon wore off, and somehow the headlocks just weren't as dramatic without WWF's in-your-face camera close-ups. Indoor fireworks always impress me, and the ones at Smackdown! were no exception; but this time only because I was wondering how on earth WWF regularly gets fire permits in such a large number of cities across the nation. Who with even a drop of sanity would trust someone named "Degeneration X" with large quantities of explosives...