FROM PROFOUND TO PRURIENT: THE PILLOW FIGHT LEAGUE

Editor's Note: Out of Left Field presents the following with an unblemished record of steadfast male feminism. But hey, sometimes your inner frat boy just rises to the surface.

There is something out there called the Pillow Fight League.

No editorializing. I'll leave it your hands whether this is post-modern irony or something that sets women back, oh, 40 years. This growing craze has been profiled by Toronto Sun, Toronto Star, Rogers Sportsnet and there's even a promo on the website of a rock radio station.

Here's the Sun's Thane Burnett, who was brave enough to do the George Plimpton thing and get in the ring with a pillow fighter ... who, it should be noted, was wearing a schoolgirl outfit.

What once was the sweet dominion of teen sleepovers -- and dirty old men's dreams -- has been torqued, redefined and marketed into a flashy show that spectators pay a $7 cover charge to see.

"It's not about implants, oil or spaghetti wrestling," says the league's founder and now commissioner, Stacey Case.

"These girls come to fight. It's all out, and no one knows who'll win until someone's pinned or the ref stops it."

Case, by the way, used to be a director for The Naked News. That makes him like the Jerry Bruckheimer of salaciousness sold as kitsch. So he's got that goin' for him, which is nice.

I'll heed Lou Reed's advice: Just remember different people have peculiar tastes. The Pillow Fighting League will be holding a card in Toronto on June 22; if you're of a mind that you're never too young to become a dirty old man, you might want to check it out.