I was skeptical when a girlfriend insisted I go to a roller derby bout. I imagined it to be like WWF on skates: loud, tacky and above all staged, with rough looking half-naked women putting on a display for the sole amusement of drunken men. I thought it was anti-women, and I put it off for as long as I could.
When I finally gave in and went to a bout she gave me the “I told you so” look: I was mesmerized. All of my impressions had been wrong in the best possible ways.