by Tara Roeder
There’s an episode of Family Ties in which several members of the Keaton family punch an incredibly rude English teacher in the face. I make my boyfriend watch this episode at one o’clock in the morning on a television channel that plays mostly 80s reruns. We wonder if such an episode would fly now.
A few days later the nazis are on the news. There are renewed debates about if it’s ok to punch a nazi.
They say hysteria is the product of a wandering uterus, but even after my hysterectomy I want to punch lots of people. Including, but not limited to: a nazi; my first gynecologist; people who keep birds in cages; every man who’s ever complimented my stunning eyes.
I notice there are never any public debates about if it’s ok to punch an English teacher. The default position is probably not.