I never realized that the Mars vs. Venus (men vs. women) differences would extend to something as mundane as pillow fights. For a guy, a pillow fight consists of some sort of one-on-one pillow cage match in which the first to hit the floor loses. For a girl, pillow fights are a playful tossing of pillows with no intent to injure or “win.”
This realization came as part of a ten-minute conversation in which Phil and I debated our interpretation of the idea “pillow fight.” I suggested the pillow fight, but Phil immediately asked, “No headshots?” I asked “Why? How much could a pillow hurt?” He responded, “A lot if you ball it up in the end of the case.” Thus, in the hands of a boy, a pillow becomes a violent weapon, capable of taking out others at the knees or causing a solid whack to the head.
I had thought it would be fun, but I soon realized that it would probably end with me being knocked off the bed (which considering that our bed stands three feet off the ground, this would be quite a fall). At the end of our conversation, I, of course, declared Phil to be crazy for thinking that a pillow fight could be such a violent thing.