The Battle of the Sexes, Drugs in the Countryside, and Bad French
This is a remarkably mundane series of entries from the Wayback Journal in which I comment on my abilities to hex our own side in soccer, announce that my new friend H is not only French, but without obvious personal flaw, and find yet another reason not to practice the flute (and *surprise* I watch TV instead).
It's amazing to realize what a huge hyped deal the Billie Jean King v. Bobby Riggs match was. It managed to attain a level of cultural significance that was utterly out of proportion to a mediocre tennis match.
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