After Friday night’s football game I know the answer to this simple question.
Football and boobs. Large ones, apparently. Allow me to elaborate on my epiphany.
I was at a high school football game watching my alma-mater smash another local team. (Our team won 44-0 by the way. Rah!) And the team was pumped! Lights were bright, cheerleaders were peppy, the coaches were pacing the lines like wild animals. It was a fantastic night.
And I realized something. Freud discovered that people use defense mechanisms to protect their ego’s from harm. Sublimation was one of these defense mechanisms and is defined as using aggression in a socially acceptable format. (And I’m summing up his whole theory here, so don’t harp on the details.) And men, otherwise known as testosterone-raging-ego-maniacs, need and love football so they can release these tensions in a positive, acceptable way. I get it.
But as I was leaving I overheard a conversation by two high school girls. I’ve changed names to protect identities. 😉 Let’s listen in…
Girl 1: “He TOTALLY like you Gretchen.”
Girl 2: “He does not. Forget it.”
Girl 1: “No, he does. He talked to you every single day this month, but he only answered my texts once. He TOTALLY likes you!”
Girl 2: “Sarah, I have big boobs. That’s why he likes me.” And she rolls her eyes.
I love Girl 2. Love her to death. She’s all of sixteen years old and gets men. She is the yoda and the other girl is her grasshopper.
Need I write more?