When weeks had passed and her anger about the presidential election still hadn’t subsided, Jill Weiss figured she had two options: She could keep replacing broken home furniture or she could find a therapeutic way to put a whupping on something.

Now, the 63-year-old, 90-pound 5-footer dons her “ironic pink” gloves weekly and steps into a boxing ring near Universal City. Unlike other newcomers to the sweet science, who shyly paw the air as if they were afraid it might hit back, Weiss is throwing leather with bad intentions.