I wanted to check out a different fight night at a place called Brain Box in Jamaica Plain. I checked their Facebook page the day I planned to go and saw that they had changed their photo to be an image of three busty women dressed as the three female characters from Marvel vs. Capcom who wear the tiniest outfits. I'm guessing that these women were corporate-hired models rather than fans, due to the deadened disinterest in their eyes. The image served its intended double-whammy of a purpose: it garnered Facebook likes and comments from Brain Box's straight male customers, and it convinced me that Brain Box didn't care about making their space seem welcoming to women.
I had already packed my new arcade stick, so in spite of their testosterone-addled Facebook page, I willed myself to take the 39 bus there anyway. I even managed to walk all the way from the bus stop to their front door. I paced back and forth on their block for 10 minutes, looking inside the store each time I went by. I saw all the familiar trappings of a fight night: guys with arcade sticks, a cash register, laughter and shouting.
But I couldn't make myself go in. I don't always have the energy to be The Example.
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