I just read about a high school girls’ basketball team that had a pre-game chant that included the “N-word.” That’s pretty bad. They only got found out because a new girl on the team happened to be African-American, and they didn’t seem to think that her presence warranted skipping that part of their routine. When she pointed out that the chant was offensive, they blew off her concerns. So, she got a little physical, and her “brawling” got her a suspension. But it also brought the situation to the light of school officials.
I’m not a fan of fighting, and definitely consider it unladylike behavior. However, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do.
Reminds me of this fabulous poem about St. Nicholas, which is so very clever I have to link to it so I can find it again.
And yet there is a time, one feels
To strike and not to speak.
When Reason with Unreason deals,
It’s reason which is weak.
For who can mould a brain of mud
With philosophic lore?
Better to thump the stupid crud.
His place is on the floor.