Fever
I have fallen in love with Sophie Cunningham, and even though she is a basketball star (I loathe basketball), and more than six feet tall (which is surely excessive). She excels also in every other sport, can beat the boys if they will let her play with them, and can dance and sing and drink. Alas, I wouldn’t stand a chance with her, for I understand that she despises shorter men. (But politely.)
Sophie is fearless, and honest, and true, as everyone must have noticed by now. Yet as magnificently as she may sing “Courtesy of the Red, White, and Blue,” in Mizzou or wherever she came from, she is quite remarkably non-violent. And yet she plays for Idaho in the women’s professional basketball league. This is a bloodsport, in which the women are all trying to kill one another.
It is that way throughout women’s athletics. For instance, though only if you have the stomach for it, I invite you to check out women’s field hockey. The girls are vicious, wherever they are playing — in Canada, England, Holland, Italy, Pakistan. Put a stick in a woman’s hands and, regardless of her ethnicity, she will immediately try to clobber another woman. I have seen this with my own eyes in each of these countries.
As Stephen Leacock wrote, men may be too crooked even for business; but women are too violent, even for war!