A Case for StreetFighting Women

Caught between a rock and a hard place.

Today, on the way to the baker's, I caught my neighbour in a giddy mood, which is never a good thing. There is an element to her joy which depends on things going wrong.

"What brings this glee to your face?', I asked, to which, wasting no moment, she said that in the electric bus on her way home the previous day, there had been a nasty fight between two women. "Tuith mazze aav,"/"so much fun" she said, "timav daeg kalle"/"they beat each other's heads to pulp".

This woman, the narrator, is a very precarious mix between a sadist and a satirist, and sometimes it is hard to tell which personality is crowning at the moment.

"And then," she continued, "one man tried to interfere and stop the fight which was getting too nasty by the minute. But - here it gets interesting - another man in the bus asked this enthusiastic man to sit down and let them have at it"

However, as it turns, this man asking the other man to not stop the fight had reasons other than sadistic or voyeuristic. "These women, they get on a high horse when us men get into street fights. Maybe descending to our level once in a while will humble them, " he continued.

"Tuith mazze," our narrator concluded, positively mirthful.

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