Say that ten times fast. No, really. Go ahead. I'll wait.
The word "pugilism" has been coming up a lot lately for some reason. Once in Gilmore Girls today (I'm catching up on season two and someone said something about pugilism) and once in Cinderella Man (they said the word once, and the concept is, you know, there). Cinderella Man has taken--no joke--three nights for my husband and me to finish (tonight being night three). Every time we find a good stopping point, it's right after a fight, which causes me to have nose-socking dreams. Weird.
Pugilism. Latin, right? Pugnus, pugna. Fist, fight. Is that why pugs are named as such, since it looks like they got punched in the face? Poor dogs. If I believed in the theory of evolution, I might purport that a big monkey must have punched that dog in the face so hard it had face-punched babies or something. Poor, poor dogs.
It seems so strange to me that people would choose, as a profession, to get punched repeatedly. I mean, a day on the job might include a broken face, broken ribs, broken hands, internal bleeding. All sorts of nastiness! You couldn't pay me enough. Even if you're a really, really good boxer with the best training in the world, you're going to get hit. Why would you pursue that? I don't want to get hit. Ever. I don't think I've ever been in a fight. I mean, I've done my fair share of verbal sparring, but nothing that's resulted in fisticuffs.
I wish this was going to turn into some big analogy about spiritual warfare or something, but it's not. I was just thinking about people getting punched. Voluntarily. Voluntarily! I can't imagine. Why would one do that?
Any insight? Anyone? I'm so confused.