Powderpuff is a high school tradition that goes back further than my high school days. But the term “powder puff” should not fool anyone. “Powder puff” implies soft, fluffy, harmless–these girls are anything but. Oh, they may not have the technique down or the plays memorized correctly; they may even still have their hair and make-up done just right, because, after all, it must match their shirts and sox and shorts, which are beguilingly decorated on their backsides.
But that’s where the “powder puff” stops. The competitive attitudes, the trash-talking, the hard hits–these girls are not wearing pads, mind you. Maybe we should give the event a new name, like the sledge-hammer game or the bull-dozer game. Because powdery and puffy it is not. Not when the game ends with one girl sprawled on the ground as two emergency medical vehicles siren their way onto the football field.
So who won the matchup between pink and camo this past week at my daughter’s high school homecoming powder puff game?
Pink, of course.