Friday, March 17, 2006

Texas Tittie Twister

Sorry for the offensive sounding title, but that is what we called it when I was in Junior and Senior High back when I was a kid. For the uninitiated, this is a process where a friend (yes a friend-never a stranger) grabbed your nipple (Note this was never acceptable to do to a girl--ever) and proceded with the action that would seem to rip it from your body. This was a bonding activity of sorts, right up there with a dead leg (for the ladies-this is when you hit [again usually a friend] someone in the thigh in hopes of causing them loving pain and a temporary limp), two-for-flinching (I hated this one), and wet willies.

If your friend was especially talented or you were especially slow, they got in a two-handed twister. But it was always painfully amusing and usually ended by trying to get your friend back, and so both of you were on your guard for the next 12 hours or so.

Never has it seemed worthy enough to warrant some extra jail time. Like this guy.
Thumler (16) said he had no criminal intent because he considered the victim to be a friend at the time of the incident which he deemed horseplay.

As much as I disliked the occasional painful twist, this seems to go a little overboard. Much like the un-PC-ness of the game "Smear the Queer" which had very little to do (in my neighborhood anyway) with homosexual people, but it was simply a game where you tackled the one with the ball (and it rhymed). Maybe if we were in Britain, we could call it Get the Git or for the ladies Bag the Hag.

The aforementioned title was a lot better than the longer PC version which was changed to "Smear-the-non-gender-specific-guy/girl-with-the-football-before-they-threw-it-to-someone-else-whose-sexual-preference-had-nothing-to-do-with-the-game-game-and-who-may-or-may-not-be-considered-queer-in-the-pejorative-sense-nor-just-being-strange."

To be honest, I did not like this game, but that is because I have a strong aversion to physical pain. Same reason I did not play football. Though I did like wrestling (not the real kind, but safe fake kind).


1 comment:

Russ said...

My high school years were thanfull free of these "twisters". Our bonding was of a more terror based nature.Our junior high and high school teachers happened to be the varsity football coaches. I ran cross country. They dispised we runners. It was not macho enough for them. Gaining a high school letter for varsity cross country really steamed them. So, they had a solution.We runners got a ten second head start to run the mile.The rest of the class ( including varsity football )was then released to "catch" us. Believe me, it was not prudent to be caught. Indeed, cheating was allowed. This would be that they would cut the fied and catch us in the further most part of the track where unmentionable acts of violence were done to us. Ah, but we had a solution. The fence separating Neff High from the boardering dairy farm was seven feet high. This was an easy straddle escape with minimal effort. The bulky football players did not wish to look less than we, so they instead laughed and took exit from this wonderful fence.Time was on our side. Alas, our new pricipal was a college track star.As in the final 10 minutes of "Revenge of the Nerds", our senior year was quite sweet. Two of our best cross country runners were the star players for the football team.Belated heroes are always cool.