I don’t know if I would have read the article if it wasn’t called, “Wedgies? Or Golden Moments?” But it sure got my attention. It was in the Science section (don’t ask me why) of The New York Times, and it was all about a study looking at whether PE classes in school had any effect on how active adults were later in life. In essence, did your experience in gym make you want to keep working out, or running screaming from exercise for all eternity … and even longer if a tether ball is around? The study found a connection between people who liked physical education classes as a kid and went on to find exercise enjoyable in life, and those who thought PE was the coming apocalypse and wouldn’t exercise unless it’s court-mandated. The reasons were many: Hating being chosen last or fumbling through games were the negatives, while athletic accomplishment or the thrill of flushing some poor kid’s head in a toilet bowl were the positives. But I don’t know what to make of the study itself. Because I never saw PE as a net-positive or -negative. It was never that simple. Phys Ed at the Academy of the Holy Names, a Catholic school run by nuns when I attended it for elementary school, was boys-only. They kept the girls safely quarantined across the street where our swine flu and other disgusting habits could not rub off on them.