The more of them you watch, the more familiar you become with certain recurring formulas: mean kid or kids nailing unsuspecting victim, drunk guy flattening drunker guy outside a bar, bully getting or not getting comeuppance, go-ahead-and-hit-me scenarios, girls fighting for keeps while male onlookers anxiously strain to find them hilarious, backyard or basement pugilism, semiformal bare-knuckle bouts, pitched battles between rival mobs of hooligans.

I realize that this probably makes me a bad person, but I find the online archive of street fights to be edifying, even addictive, ripely endowed as it is with both the malign foolishness that tempts you to despise your fellow humans and occasional flashes of potent mystery that remind you not to give in to the temptation. There's an education in these videos—in how to fight and how not to fight, for starters (executive summary: Skip the preliminaries, strike first, and keep it coming), but also in how the human animal goes about the age-old business of aggression in the 21st century.

Far be it from me to deny another ink-stained wretch his day in print, especially such a thoughtful and talented one, but I find his 'loophole' ('there's an education in these videos'...) make-weight. Acknowledging the existence of something doesn't make you either an enabler or responsible for it, but writing about the existence of something pernicious (however "age old") without dogging it is...problematic.

I watched as much as I could stand of these videos and remembered again my fears over raising a son. Imagine looking on-line for something "edifying, even addictive, ripely endowed" and seeing my child happy slapping a young woman or sucker punching a classmate in the school parking lot after hours. Too bad men don't have a back 40 to plow anymore. I'll just go there--unless you're a cop searching out these kinds of videos to make arrests, you're glamorizing the kind of random street violence that makes our cities increasingly unliveable.

Maybe I'll just go back to my T-Day hide out where there was no cell reception and no internet. Ignorance truly is bliss. Or it was.