There was an ad back in the 1970s about an underarm deodorant/antiperspirantthat didn’t sting when put on freshly shaved underarms. The women in that ad flapped their arms like Darryl is, before switching to the no sting deodorant.
Perhaps we were too well socialized, but we never had raised voices or fists. I felt it was much worse. Never sure what line was crossed, or who was angry or why. Just an unending shunning.
Clearing the air after a fight never happened with the girls I know. The hot fight (if there ever was a hot fight. [mostly I just heard snippy remarks and whispered character assinations] ) went from “hot” to an unending cold war.
When I was little, we KNEW what we were thankful for. My Sunday school hammered it into my head. Freedom of religion, the ability to afford food, clothing and shelter, and our families. I didn’t have a clue what any of this meant as a preschooler.
Have you read Snorri Sturluson’s Prose Edda or Egil’s Saga? I spent one semester at St Andrew’s in Scotland studying both works. I was a Classics student back in the USA, and decided that since the Golden Hind was probably a reindeer, I was going to find a link between Scottish/Norse mythological animals and real animals. Hence the study of kveldulfs. Or as I understood at that time, mean drunks. I haven’t kept up with the current research on what kveldulfs may be. It may have changed. Anyhow, I like your avatar and screen name.
some men did back in the 60’s.