No, I didn't jump into a cage and duke it out with spike-haired lady wrestler. (I had to clarify that for those of you who know I'll jump in and do almost anything in the name of participatory research). No, I was a spectator only. Honestly, watching men beat each other up has never been high on my list of desirable activities. When my father used to watch boxing on TV, I would leave the room. When I went to my husband's T'ai Kwan Do black belt test, I had to close my eyes during the...
Published on February 25, 2011 17:41