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sports, feminism, and “dumb stuff”

In Uncategorized on October 10, 2014 at 8:56 pm

Men and women’s magazines hope you don’t notice all the advertising by interspersing amongst the ads some articles of advice, facts about your body that wouldn’t surprise anyone over the age of 12, a fluffy celebrity interview, and either a thoughtful and well-researched piece of journalism (men’s magazines) or a story about a woman who narrowly avoided something tragic – either by their own escape or the tragedy happened to someone close to them (women’s magazines).

Sometimes, that predictable formula catches a spark in one of its elements and sets off its own branch of reactions. John Mayer refers to the prejudice of his junk and ends up in the 21st century version of Napoleon’s Elba. Rolling Stone prints a cover where Janet Jackson’s naked “features of October awareness” are being held by her husband’s hands — which simply foretold of a Super Bowl malfunction not related to the Superdome’s circuit breakers. Recently, one of those sparks was a Men’s Health article advising men on how to talk about sports with women.

The article had already been deleted by the time I heard about it on my friend Mo’s blog. Fortunately, it was captured in its entirety (101 words) because, internet. But rather than focus on the article, I’m basing my words here on the snippets featured in all the articles about that original spark article (or “sparkticle”) and the enraged tweets and internet comments of offended women – and men – who couldn’t fathom the audacity of a men’s magazine to publish an article with a reasonable approach to a shallow but common interest gap between men and women.

I am a woman. I love sports. I love sports not in the way women love sports or men love sports. I love sports in the way that someone who knows enough about sports to host SportsCenter loves sports. I love sports in the way people love bands you’ve never heard of, complicated online role-playing games, or Breaking Bad. I love all sports – baseball, football, golf, basketball, soccer… pretty much anything where one or more people are competing for something with no real purpose, like a trophy or a ring or a crystal football. Most men don’t talk sports with me not because I need storylines but because I know so much more than they do that it’s not even interesting.

I was not offended by the article. I was offended by the misplaced outrage displayed in the reactions to it. In a country where equal pay for women is dismissed as a non-issue, blood will boil over a fluff piece that actually had substance. The article wasn’t nearly as patronizing as the football guides in every women’s magazines September issue. It has nothing on the ridiculous pink athletic apparel, as though every team has an alternate fuchsia jersey. And placed beside the NFL’s pathetic behavior in response to an epidemic of domestic abuse, it’s actually insulting to women.

This article made the preposterous suggestion that women like stories, and if the woman in your life didn’t show much enthusiasm for your favorite newspaper section, here are some ways that you could enable sharing your interest, and enjoy it together, albeit in different ways.

What on God’s green earth is wrong with that sentiment? The only truth the author missed was that men love stories too, or there would be no such thing as pro wrestling.

Are there women who don’t like sports? Yes. There are also men who don’t like sports (I usually end up dating them). There are people who think sports are the biggest waste of time and money and energy and overpriced beer since, well… concerts, movies, Comic-con, Renaissance fairs, festivals related to season or holiday or savvy marketing… well, it turns out everybody wastes time and energy and money on things. These are called “interests” or “hobbies” or what I usually refer to as “dumb stuff.” The very nature of these beasts is that they are trivial, otherwise they would be work.

All the sports-opposed men I’ve dated had some other waste of time- Magic: The Gathering; video games; movies; being in a band (that doesn’t make money, and is therefore within the realm of trivial matters). I’ve always made an effort to learn about their interests. Even if I never play Dungeons & Dragons with him, I show him I care by caring about his “dumb stuff” and if he’s a keeper, he cares about my interests/dumb stuff (sports, fashion, and foreign policy). This article was much more feminist than the accusations of misogyny.

Hey, angry people: If you want to see some real sports inequality of the sexes, compare the price of a men’s officially licensed MLB t-shirt with a most similar women’s version, and not just the prices but the price based on the amount of material used. By the time I make my 77 cents on the dollar and pay about twice as much for goods, I don’t care how a man talks to me about sports. I’m looking at my bank account and seeing red. Oh wait, no, it’s pink.

There are many things in the world worthy of rage. Injustice and inequality, war and poverty, chaos and uncertainty, and yes, domestic violence. Giving people a way to connect, whether it’s male and female, gay and straight, black and white isn’t worth even 140 characters of people’s indignation. much less manifestos denouncing the rampant woman-hate flowing through the pages of Men’s Health.

Then again, maybe arbitrary anger is their “dumb stuff.”

every. day.

In Uncategorized on October 3, 2014 at 6:56 pm

most of you know that i don’t consider myself a feminist but a humanist, and that i fucking hate jezebel and xojane and all that crap that acts like it’s feminist but they mostly condemn other women for not being the kind of feminists that suits their expectations. but whatever, that’s not my point. my point is that i am generally just considered with equality in general.

BUT: if you think that women don’t experience sexism every day, you live the kind of ignorant bliss for which i long. like people of color encounter racism every day. women encounter sexism every. day.

whatever your thoughts on domestic violence, income equality, harassment, and whatever other topic you have made your final decision that cannot be wavered by facts or logic or horror: you must at least acknowledge that women encounter sexism – maybe not on your terms, but on theirs – every day, and to ignore it is more dangerous to women than ted bundy.

i’m not asking anyone to change their mind, because people don’t like to do that. but i’m a truthteller, and that means i will try to give a voice to people who’d rather not. so, every man in the world: this is what every woman in your life would want you to know.

every. day.

my thoughts on 9/11/2014

In Uncategorized on September 11, 2014 at 10:21 am
every year on this date, i post this video. it still resonates – especially the last 2 minutes.

my hope for america: that the compassion and solidarity that prevailed in the wake of this tragedy returns. that instead of arguing about guns or climate change or economic equality, we remember that we are all in this together. that a person who disagrees with you is still a person. that the anger and stubbornness that permeate the airwaves no longer trickles down into the hearts and minds of americans who know better. who know that we live in the best country BECAUSE we can disagree. BECAUSE we can speak our mind without fear of imprisonment. BECAUSE we live in a democracy with people we elected to represent our best interest (even when we don’t choose that well).

my hope for america is that instead of just remembering the attack, we remember the aftermath. we remember people coming together, regardless of their socioeconomic status, race, sexual preference, religion, or place on the political spectrum, and helping each other. there was no drug test to determine who should be rescued. there was no background check on someone who wanted to help. there was no refusal of aid because someone was lazy or someone was intolerant or someone wasn’t like you.

somehow we lost that in the past 13 years. now it’s democrat vs. republican; conservative vs. liberal; us vs. them. there is no place for that in the world we live in now. don’t just remember the attack. remember that men and women, gay and straight, black and white, all of us – all of us would deserve rescue. and all of us would rescue any of us. THAT is why we won. THAT is why we cannot be defeated. THAT is why when the world trade center came down, the view was the statue of liberty.

do something nice for a stranger today. read an article from a viewpoint with which you don’t agree. make your voice heard, because it can be heard. give what you can, think before you feel. hug someone you love. don’t just remember the attack. remember the dream.

right here, write now

In Uncategorized on April 14, 2014 at 5:45 pm

Pretty fucking clever song lyric this time, eh?

Every so often people ask me what’s going up with this and other blogs. For a long time, it’s been because meh. I didn’t have anything worth saying and couldn’t make anything I said worth anything.

Now I’m writing a book. It may never actually get written; I may only ever make it to “I’m writing a book.” Not I wrote a book, not I sold a book, not I quit my job and am making money that makes Saudi princes look like [joke deleted]. But I’m writing one nonetheless. If it doesn’t work out, I’ll throw the content up on this free blog because I don’t know how capitalism works.

Love and hugs, motherfuckers.

langston hughes can say it better than me

In Uncategorized on December 16, 2010 at 5:27 pm

i loved my friend

he went away from me

there’s nothing more to say

this poem ends, soft as it began

i loved my friend


back to the snark tomorrow, i promise.


In Uncategorized on November 3, 2010 at 7:12 pm

I’m starting a new blog and this is it.  I have an old blog you can find here.  I also wrote for the now-defunct The Cincinnati Man and’s Dames on Games.  You will find my writing to be immature, indecent, and sporadically humorous.  If you like that sort of thing, hang around.