<p>Women, what’s with the crying and screaming at the mere sight of the Beatles, Michael Jackson, etc.?</p>
<p>Sorry, can’t help with an answer since I’ve never done that.</p>
<p>I never understood that either, and frankly, it irks the heck out of me (and I’m a almost-nineteen-year-old girl).</p>
<p>What is with being such a “fan” that a person will go stand around some odd place for a potential glimpse of some one famous, or even not a glimpse but some form of emotional connection with a place that famous person has been.</p>
<p>All that aside, I will admit that I have touched Michael Jackson’s giraffes, snakes, and had his favourite bird on my shoulder, but that is because I like animals, not because MJ is famous ;)</p>
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<p>Why do guys paint themselves and scream like idiots at a game? Freedom in the herd.</p>
<p>Not my thing for sure. I do scream, laugh loudly (when appropriate), clap, and cheer at school plays, musicals, concerts, and band halftime shows – but that’s for a couple of obvious reasons. One, I enjoy the shows; two, the audience feeds the performers.</p>
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<p>Ditto. I used to be drum major of the Rice U band, which included leading the pep band during basketball season. That was pretty much the only place that I’d make a complete screaming fanatic goofball of myself, because it’s the DM’s job to get the band riled up, and often, the band was the only one in the stands at Rice basketball (or football…) games. The team does better when the crowd is louder, the crowd is louder when the band is louder, and the band is louder when the DM tells them to get off their butts and cheer. I learned how to cheer incredibly loudly throughout an entire sporting event, and then it became a habit, and now I play the twelfth man role at most sporting events that I attend. My goal is to get a technical foul without being vulgar/obnoxious/drunk, just ebulliently enthusiastic. I’ve been warned twice by NCAA officials as the bandleader for causing the band to “cheer too loudly”, but no dice for the unaided foul yet. I do not swoon, but that’s a matter of personal preference.</p>
<p>As wife of a classical musician, I am also capable of 1) containing my enthusiasm and 2) golf-clapping.</p>
<p>{Some} guys paint themselves up and cheer wildly because they like the team, want to encourage the team, feel the team represents them somehow, and they live vicariously through the team’s success.</p>
<p>That’s quite a bit different from thousands of women crying and screaming from just seeing these guys…chasing them just to be able to touch them. There are a lot of people in this world I like and respect, not one of which would make me scream and cry just to see him/her. </p>
<p>Come on, women, one of you must have been screaming and crying for the Beatles, Backstreet Boys, Michael Jackson, etc. The fact that the guys who elicit such responses are almost always SINGERS should provide some clue as to what causes this.</p>
<p>I’ve never done that nor seen the reason for such display over some air headed celeb. However, I do come home after my kids’ high school events hoarse.</p>
<p>I think it’s a social thing. If there were just one girl there, she probably wouldn’t scream; she’d freeze, which is a more sensible reaction to a very intimidating situation. But when they all scream together, it’s like this social mass of excitement, where they are all reinforcing one another’s reaction.</p>
<p>Sorry Schmaltz, apparently CC women are not screamers.</p>
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<p>I think I could change that ;)</p>
<p>Schmaltz, let’s edit your post a little by switching around a few words between paragraphs…like this.</p>
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<p>You were in The MOB? I am so jealous, I had to settle for BUGWB. Not nearly the same thing!</p>
<p>aibarr, I’m moving to Texas in a couple of months, and trust me when I tell you, I can assist you in getting the technical. I’ll be your wing-woman.</p>
<p>Schmaltz, why do men get that glazed over, dumb as a box of rocks look when they are at the strip club, oh, I mean gentlemen’s club? Different wiring.</p>
<p>It’s gotta be a mental defect. Spending money just to get frustrated?</p>
<p>Oi.</p>
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<p>Woohoo!! Let me know when you’re in town!</p>
<p>And yep, I’m a MOBster. Still have my fedora!</p>
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<p>I also am impressed that you were the drum major of THE MOB! My H went to Texas A&M and we were there when the MOB formed into a vanilla wafer because of all the hullaballoo (inside pun intended) that arose the year before when they formed a fire hydrant in honor of A&M’s mascot, a collie named Reveille. The Aggies made a big show of disparaging the MOB, but they really loved them. I guarantee I didn’t see many people leaving for the concession stand when the MOB was about to march. Anything could happen.</p>
<p>Oh, and when I was 13, a friend and I saw David Cassidy in concert, and we were shrieking fools. But…we were 13. The funny thing was that years later, my friend met David Cassidy at a party. She said she froze up and didn’t say a word. :)</p>