One of the Sisters of No Mercy.
MIxing it up with The Leave it to Cleavers.
Last night, with ND, we went to see roller derby. I was kinda in a mood to see people body-checking each other. The atmosphere was warm and light, although the light was terrible for photos. We got a few interesting, but blurry photos. A little video, soon to come.
Normally, I'm uncomfortable with women dressing in revealing and silly fashions. It feels so... intrusive. I don't like to know, for instance, that a cow-orker wears thongs. The retro aesthetic prevailing in this venue, seemed funny enough, and unpretentious enough, to be delightful. Even the very short skirts and gold lame trunks, somehow the costume aspects, not to mention the knee and elbow pads, and the mouth guards, made it less provocative than playful. The motion, the flow, the sheer athleticism, the evident (if not clear to me) strategy of the competition, the way they kept getting back up so quickly, all made me admire everyone involved. I especially loved the pervasive puns, the rude humor, while all the team and refs obviously take the event seriously, but not themselves. These are bright and talented people with eclectic interests.
I may have to figure out my Roller Derby name... .
One of the Refs.