Spanked, my brethren!
Squat Rows. 2 sets of 15.
New Challenge: Wittgenstein. You’ll need: a heavily loaded bar on pins and a pair of lightish DB’s. Here’s how it goes: Heavy deadlift from high pins (hand-and-thigh style, only a few inches of lift)/1-arm DB snatches (6 per side)/bent rows (6)/DB swing (with both DB’s, 6 reps)/squat press (6). 4 times, and, of course, time it.
Words with power we might not expect.
Remember the South Park episode (Chef Goes Nanners) involving Chef’s anger at the city’s flag depicting 4 human figures, which were white on the flag, standing around a lynched figure still hanging from the noose, which was brown in color. He was in an uproar that such a racist flag would still be flying in this day and age. The town folks couldn’t understand his anger, which infuriated him even further. Finally, he realized the town didn’t understand his anger because the town was so completely colorblind that it didn’t see white folks hanging a black man, they just saw people hanging a person (and killing folks in South Park is so common it doesn’t raise an eyebrow). So they decided to change the flag and have people of all colors hanging a person of random color, and the town, including Chef, was happy (and Kenny died from eating 60 antacid tablets and drinking water).
Sometimes we use words in a similar fashion. Although having no understanding of the malignant power of a word may not be an excuse to make it a common part of one’s vernacular, it sometimes does explain a word’s useage. For being such a stickler for my attempts at language art, usually demanding power from the definitions of words, my slip ups need to come back and bite my ass, as one recently did.
We like strength and the pursuit of it. Gender plays no role, nor does it shift our training. Whatever factors we need to work with or around when modifying a training program, what sex you are is not one of them. I’d like to consider Bodytribe blind to gender in terms of training. It’s not a point of pride simply because we can’t boast about what should flow naturally. But we’re accountable for our screw ups (and in this case, when i say ‘we,’ I am pointing the finger right at my own deflated chest). Sometimes, from this place of base equality, our ‘lynching flag’ might come out, and since our very nature doesn’t incorporate misogyny, we don’t instantly understand that our ‘flag’ might offend. Whether it be through word or action, what might be meant as casual play might be misconstrued, but that doesn’t quite absolve us from guilt, does it?
Case in point? From my days of doing small town summer theater, certain terms crept into my vernacular that have yet to leave. For about 3 years my post high school summers were spent with friends creating live theater in the California foothills, which was surprisingly well received. These friends were often studying theater in college during the rest of the year, returning from distant cities so full of skill that at some point I felt silly being on stage with such talent. So I eventually stopped joining their productions, vowing that I wasn’t going to drag down the quality of one of their productions again.
One wrote several plays,went on to become a Blue Man, and now teaches theater at our old high school. Another, also a play write, has done theater both in New York and now Chicago. A third has been in both LA and Sacramento Theater Company productions, and a fourth had a fairly successful TV commercial career for a while. Why on earth should I have been on stage with these people, unless I was playing drums, which I wasn’t.
But we had a blast and I learned a lot of Shakespeare, which has stuck with me for the past 20 years. A word that is often appearing from the depths of my lexicon is ‘brethren,’ which, in my casual use, meant ‘of my tribe or family.’ In the real world it has STRONG chauvinistic tones, especially from folks who might have encountered it through exclusionary organizations like fraternities or religious orders, where the word is connotative of the gathering of the men folk. ONLY the men folk.
Now my little trainer brain can’t even imagine a situation where I’d want to hang out with ONLY men folk. Since neither gender has a stranglehold on either brains (or the lack of) or humor, the picking of friends, co-workers or training partners has nothing to do with what naughty bits and hormones they have. There are criteria, to be sure, but anatomy and reproductive ability ain’t it.
So, bruthas and sistas, is Bodytribe free of all gender bias? Is anyone? Heck no, but we’ll keep working on it. Otherwise my mom would kick my ass. I shan’t be casually throwing around ‘brethren’ in the future, though, since my sisteren are often preferred company.
Now is it sexist to post a video of my weightlifting crush Julia Rohdes? At the Olympics she sounded more like an Anime character when she screamed before her lifts, but in this video is has a bit of a Godzilla sound to it. And so what if she misses two out of three attempts…
USAW Club Coach certification, October 4th and 5th. 2 days of working with Jim Schmitz learning the art of the Olympic Lifts. Maybe he’ll bring us some pictures of his visit to Beijing for the Olympics.