Evolution's a Bitch: Catfighting in Cool Britannia
"Catfighting thrills you and then it kills you."
'We found one girl who ticked nearly every box: Laura, a 21-year-old student who lived near London. They had been looking online, just as we had. But she didn't want to wrestle - she wanted a catfight.'
It's 1997, the year of Cool Britannia. As the Internet goes mainstream, a niche interest becomes central to the lives of a group of twentysomething students and professionals in London's commuter-belt. Passions ignite and relationships are tested when 'apartment catfights' catch fire.
Catfighting is a crucible.
Catfighting is hairpulling and slapping and trash talk and flying limbs.
Catfighting is passionate, wild and brutal.
A teacher, a sexpot, a bohemian beauty and a perennial wallflower test themselves to the limit and beyond. Women fight for men, and men for fight for them because, like it or not, evolution's a bitch...and the stakes are high.
Rachel was my girlfriend, and this is her story - but it's mine too.
'They collided in a sustained fury of frantic slapping. Both girls' palms connected squarely on the other's body and face, their screams a blend of effort, frustration and pain. Suddenly, winning seemed insufficient. We willed and exhorted our women to maim each other. It was barbaric, visceral, and sexy as hell.'
It stayed secret for a quarter of a century but now the hellcat is out of the bag!
