Would you like me more if I posted revealing pictures of myself?
Well, you might not now, but how about if I started posting them say three or four months from now ;)?
Here’s stuff that’s not new: Women like sports. Women know about sports. Women can talk about sports and write about sports just as good as, if not better than, men can.
Unfortunately, here’s something else that isn’t new: women don’t get enough respect when they try to talk or write about sports. Not news – we all know it.
Here’s the problem: there are women out there that aren’t helping. And unfortunately, those women are the ones getting all the attention. Everywhere you go, you find women using their sexuality to get ahead or to get attention. It’s not unique to sports. What’s wrong with that is that they’re succeeding at that, and in doing so, the minority’s projecting an image on the everyone’s behalf.
An image the rest of us want nothing to do with.
There are a few female sports bloggers out there (in various sports), that you’ve probably heard of, that are being talked about a lot lately. Words like “It girl” are often used to describe them, and there’s a lot of talk about how attractive they are.
Okay, but where do they stand on no-touch icing? Do they think Fernando Torres is going to solve Chelsea’s problems (rejoice, humanity, because he won’t)? What do they think of Manny going to Tampa?
Yes, they’re hot (well, some of them, others are just… naked). Yes, they get looked at and talked about. But are they ever going to be invited to a panel discussion on their respective sports? Is anyone ever going to ask their opinion on the trapezoid rule or GSP’s next fight? I’m sure they have their opinions and can passionately argue them. But is anyone asking?
Sure, any girl wants to be thought of as a hottie. But most of us would rather be heard.
And my fear is that girls like that are making people think it’s okay to look at girls and not care what we think.
Sometimes, despite wanting to be a better person and focus on the important things in your life and all that, you have moments of weakness and petty thoughts begin to cross your mind. My readership is in the hundreds. That of those girls? In the thousands. Does anyone care what I have to say or are they only trolling the blogsophere for pictures of boobs? It’s not just on the internet, either. It’s in the workplace, on your TV, in the movies… and in your life.
“It bothers me that as a woman I have to work twice as hard to prove I’m smart but either way success comes to people who shamelessly sell themselves,” I told Julie.
“Yes,” she replied. “But smart people read and respect you. Noone respects them, and if they do, they’re stupid, misogynistic assholes. To me, success isn’t getting thousands of cheap page views. It’s being respected.”
And later: “The guys who love [those girls]. Imagine how they treat their girlfriends and female colleagues.”
She’s right, that Julie. I don’t want people like that reading my blog anyway. Come for the laughs, the hockey talk, the musings on life and the madness. But there ain’t never gonna be no topless or otherwise slutty pictures around here, even when I’m back to thin. The most you’re gonna get are pictures of me at a baseball game or something. In jeans and a Boston Red Sox hoodie.
And I’m glad I have you despite that, my five readers. Thanks for reading, you guys. Even though I’m never going to take my top off on this blog.