In the pink corner, we have the rowdy mob of angry feminists. Prepared to fight everything in the interests of 'female first'. They are addicted to protest, being put in the pink corner for starters.
How very dare I pigeon-hole them into a colour. Especially a colour we assign to girls.
With Maria Miller as their very unlikely pin up, they worship at the Sunday Times altar of Caitlin Moran and hold Ms Brady (she of the American Refrigerator teeth veneers) in high regard.
Brady said she was "thrilled that two women made it to the final" of The Apprentice. I question the validity of this comment given that gender is not an efficient measure of ability, as well as her knowledge of the number of variables at play in the making of the program.
In the blue corner, there is everyone else. Unsure of why we have ended up in the ring.
We never asked for a fight. We accept life is a melting pot of experiences and opportunities, of truths and lies. We bob along, finding happiness as we go, increasing our chances of success through a hearty mix of aspiration, hope and hard work.
The blues are content that Inverdale tried to make a fair observation regarding women's tennis and the march of the Amazonian blondes to the top. Just as I readily accept the 'horse face' comments levelled at me. I think they are largely fair. The formidable Marion Bartoli was equally nonplussed.
We are content that heritage and tradition is respected at Muirfield and the course has value on an international stage. Salmond and Miliband's absences are just an added bonus. Harman's equality policy allows for freedom of association.
We hum along to the best-selling single 'Blurred Lines' by Robin Thicke, a welcome diversion to the seriousness of life all around us.
Meanwhile the pink corner are up and shadow boxing. The Everyday Sexism Project encourages women to record casual experiences of misogyny with the aim of showing sexism does exist and is a valid problem to discuss.
Yet this bias in favour of the pink corner seems to be widespread. Women have so many things exclusively for their own gender: Women's Hour, a Women's Book Prize; the Top 100 Business Women, the Top 100 Powerful Women, Business Woman of the Year, the list goes on and on.
I think it is time for the pink corner to recognise part of being British is our ability to poke fun at ourselves. That our differences make us interesting.
The pink corner need to stop looking for a fight. Perhaps it is time for the pink corner to recognise if they want to be told they are special they need to find someone to love.