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hey, boys and girls, are we talking about teflon frying pans, or iron skillets?
‘Cause nowadays, most fryin’ pans are lightweight aluminum-and-teflon jobs. Not like back in the good ol’ days, when real men smoked Marleboro around the campfire, and they used a real, old-fashioned, black cast iron skillet.
Now, if you knock somebody upside the head with a skillet, you’re gonna hit him hard, and maybe kill him.The sheriff 'll send out a posse of cowboys to chase you and hang you from a tree.
But if you hit somebody with an aluminum/teflon jobie bought at Bed Bath and Beyond, then you’re not gonna kill him. Maybe a bump on the head, but not a murder. So you won’t be included in the murder statistics. You’re more likely to get sent for counselling in anger management.
(disclaimer: I’m not denying the seriousness of domestic abuse. I just don’t think that a frying pan is likely to be the weapon of choice in the murder statistics.)
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Couldn’t agree more. In all the domestic violence murders I have seen over the years, a frying pan has figured in exactly none. Most of them involve guns. Many of them involve stabbings (usually kitchen knives, but at least one with the stem of a smashed-off wineglass). One was from a box of tiles which somehow fell on his wife’s head - repeatedly - he tried to pass it off as accident - we were wondering if the box was springloaded and kept jumping back on the shelf and falling on her head again, or if somehow the safety was off - sorry, morgue humor. Same disclaimer as chappachula above.
Probably the most horrendous DV murder I have seen was many years ago in Memphis. Wife versus husband after long history of husband beating on wife in episode after episode of domestic violence. He’s alcoholic, too, and in his fifties, and she’s in her twenties. No idea why they married…
Anyhow, he comes home drunk and beats her and then passes out in a drunken snooze in bed, and she sits there nursing her injuries and thinking: That was the last time. And she gets a big cooking pot (no frying pan) and a five pound sack of sugar, and she puts the pot on the stove and heats it up real good, and she pours in the sugar and stirs it with a wooden spoon until it all melts and you’re starting to try to figure out if it’s in the “soft ball stage” or “hard ball stage” depending on whether you’re making fudge or hard candy. And she picks up that pot with potholders on the handles, walks into the bedroom, and dumps it all over him.
He lasted two months in the burn ICU before succumbing. He said while he was still conscious that he didn’t want to press charges. But the police pressed them after he died of the burns, because it was homicide.
Sugarcide.
I’ve decided it was “hardball” after all.