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To: The Philosopher who wrote (44540)7/8/1999 4:48:00 PM
From: Ish  Respond to of 108807
 
<<My son actually LIKED the contact of football. He would come home bruised and sore from a game and I would ask him (my feminine side coming out <g>) "why do you keep doing this?" and he would answer "Dad, I LOVE it.">>

What he loved was leaving a bigger bruise for every one he got. That's football.

Ever watch a defensive back come out of nowhere and put his shoulder into a ball carriers hip and nail him? The crowd flinches because of what the runner must have felt. It's not those that hurt, it's the tackles where the guy keeps going and more and more pile on until they collapse in a heap that hurt. Like a weighty crush.



To: The Philosopher who wrote (44540)7/8/1999 4:51:00 PM
From: jbe  Read Replies (2) | Respond to of 108807
 
>>I would NEVER have gone through that a second time.<<

That's what I said: "I'll never go through that a second time!" Yet I did.

Why do women go through childbirth a second, a third, a fourth, even a fifth etc. time? I've wondered about that. My conclusion is that selective amnesia is at work here. We often completely block out unpleasant experiences, or at least the unpleasant side of what otherwise are positive experiences.

Otherwise, there is no accounting for it. <g>

On a more serious note, I have read studies that argue that women, as a group, bear pain -- any pain -- better (or at least more uncomplainingly) than men do. But I can't cite a specific source.

Joan