I came of age in the Eighties and I watched a small group of male classmates launch into full-on wrestling personas and thunderous moves every chance they got. I poo-pooed wrestling and sought refuge in the calm, cool neutrality of my preppy uniform. (Details here.) Little did I know that thirty some years later, I […]

I came of age in the Eighties and I watched a small group of male classmates launch into full-on wrestling personas and thunderous moves every chance they got. I poo-pooed wrestling and sought refuge in the calm, cool neutrality of my preppy uniform. (Details here.) Little did I know that thirty some years later, I would be so enamored of wrestling that I pounce into my sleeping daughter’s room every morning with a new character and a loud growl. My characters have included Rat Mama, with two of my dog’s raggedy Zhu Zhu pets on my shoulders, and Tooth Bleepin’ Fairy, where I throw toothbrushes in the air and yell that “Ignore your teeth, they’ll go away arghhh.” Why all of this wrestle mania" Why has my demure heart been opened to the power of hitting the floor with a loud thump and an exaggerated roar"
As the image above suggests – the reason is GLOW, Netflix’s fictionalized serial of the 1980’s phenomenon, the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.
Sure, this is a story filled with and about stereotypes, but on the flip side, it’s a story about working hard, pushing yourself outside of you...