So you're getting squeamish about watching women smash each other up in UFC.
You didn't like it when former world boxing champion Holly Holm launched a left foot kick to send Ronda Rousey to a place she had never been in her previous 12 bantamweight fights.
I've felt that way at a Saturday morning schoolboy game of rugby when two women started grappling on the sideline, punching and kicking each other before they disappeared in a flurry of swearing down a slight incline.
That disgusted me. It was an appalling piece of behaviour in a public arena.
I didn't want to see it but two imbeciles chose to bring their grievances into a space occupied by many horrified spectators.
UFC is on a pay for view television channel and while my technical knowledge of these things is a little uncertain, the idea is you pay for something you want to watch.
Same thing with movies or other genres you wish to purchase.
If you don't like UFC with all its brutality and accompanying hoopla---and I understand that loathing as much as we abhor the regular violence and poor behaviour around Auckland's waterfront late at night-don't subscribe.
But don't come down on those who are drawn to watch UFC, or whatever type of martial arts or boxing contests are on the sporting calendar.
It's bloody, it's gruesome, it's violent and eye-smackingly brutal and it draws men and women to train with unqualified ambition to check out their warrior credentials. The fighters are not press-ganged into combat nor are those who watch ringside or on pay for view TV.
There's a simple message here. If you don't like it, don't watch.