Wrestling With Jan Kott

Abstract

The beefy brunette, her skin glistening with Krisko cooking-oil, held the brawny blonde in an impregnable hammerlock. After a couple of perfunctory twists, the blonde was supine and the brunette, now astride her stomach, began pulling out her hair. The crowd, mostly raucous college boys and beer-swilling regulars, cheered and whistled as the triumphant brunette, imitating the action of a piston, pounced heavily on the blonde’s abdomen. In a moment, two other female contenders drenched in mud would begin the main event of the evening.