"The Last Bastion of Acceptable Sexism"

As a female sports journalist, let me tell you, dealing with sexism is something that never goes away. You just take it for granted that it's part of the job and find a way to deal.

Water. Duck's back. Keep it moving.

But Paul Farhi's 1A article in the Washington Post has prompted me to take down I've erected between my career and blogging because this is something I feel deeply passionate about.

I knew I wanted to be a sports journalist when I was 14 years old, and I'd always had a passion for sports, especially football.

I remember the exact day I decided for sure I was going to cover sports.

I was watching the Baltimore Ravens, led by sigh-inducing Trent Dilfer, with a football buddy of mine when a lightbulb went off.

"I want John Madden's job."

Something had sparked a flame of feminist indignation in the pit of my stomach about watching women relegated to sideline reporting while men got to do play-by-play and color commentary in the booth.

I decided I was going to be the one to change all that. (It's weird. I hate being photographed casually. But I'm extremely comfortable in front of a camera when I'm explaining something.)

After I got to college, my plans changed. I had a more realistic hold on where I could take my career, and my talents pointed to writing rather than broadcasting. Plus, I didn't want to be subject to a daily barrage of judgment about my looks, or have a contract specifying how I could and could not wear my hair, makeup, etc.

But I've always held women such as Christine Brennan, Lesley Visser, and Andrea Kremer in high esteem.

These women are veterans. They are professionals, and they more than know their stuff, like so many other female sports journalists out there.

It burns me up that sexism is still such an accepted part of working in sports that women are privately--as opposed to publicly-- seething about the fact that there is a glass ceiling in sports journalism, for fear of angering the boss over a perfectly legitimate grievance.

Then again, ESPN was slow to act when men were acting like apes in the company cafeteria, and if you want more evidence of the company's institutionalized sexism, well, the fact that Mike Tirico still has a job is living, breathing proof.

Wrote Farhi: ESPN's top personnel executive says the absence of women is in part a reflection of what fans want.

Seriously?

That's the best excuse TV executives can come up with? Don't blame us, it's our pig-headed fans? The fact that this is coming from a network that posits itself as the "Worldwide Leader in Sports" is even more ridiculous.

You won't do it because you're afraid of losing a few idiot gut-scratching viewers and some ad money? Let's think about these viewers for a minute.

. . .

Where the hell are they going to go? Fox Sports Net? *snorts*

You're the Worldwide Leader, ESPN. You own so much of the frickin' sports television market you make everyone else look like a joke. Stop cow-towing to sexism and put a woman, no, two, in the booth already. On football. On a regular basis.

Ugh.

This is why I'm a member of AWSM. And it's why women in sports journalism need our own version of Richard Prince. Hell, maybe I'll do it.

Oh and if you still think it's okay to exclude women from this club, and shrug off the harassment that every single one of us has stories about, take out the quantifier of "female" and replace it with "black."

See what I mean?

Video: I Am Sean Bell

I couldn't get through the first 30 seconds without my eyes misting over. Again, another gem I found via Macon D at Stuff White People Do.


I AM SEAN BELL, black boys speak from Stacey Muhammad on Vimeo.

Screwed from Childhood

I found this via Stuff White People Do, on a post where blogger Macon D asks why Caucasians allow their children to watch programming with racist (and sexist) undertones.

The video is brilliant -- and very eye-opening.

We Still Love You!

Yeah, we know.

Posting lately has been sporadic and sparse, and we're working to get back to our regular Awesome & Fabulous selves.

Unfortunately, Duck is encumbered in a faceoff of epic proportions with Verizon.

Kinda like this.



So as soon as that's straightened out, we'll back back at full force and a little more balanced.

I mean really, someone has to counter all my cynicism, right?

Well, It *Used* To Be a Ford Taurus

Sometimes I wish someone would conduct a study to see if there's a temporary spike in the sale of contraceptives whenever a story like this comes out, complete with causation and correlation analysis.

This is why my teacher friends advocate for people to get licenses to have children. I mean, it's fascist as hell, but maybe you wouldn't have situations like this one.

Some little boy in Virginia was determined to get to school Tuesday. (Not the little boy in the photo. But clearly, he has no business being where he is, either.)

So determined that he took his mother's keys and attempted to drive himself to school.

He's six.

Less than two miles away, he wrapped his mother's Ford Taurus around a utility pole.

He didn't want to miss breakfast and P.E.

Sigh.

If this happened in D.C., I would say this is precisely why you don't pay students to come to school, but it didn't, so the only thing I can say is: Lady! Yes, you, Jacqulyn D. Waltman.

Get.

Your.

Child.

And stop letting him play Grand Theft Auto!

'Weight Is Not An Infectious Disease'

We all know that sexism is a worldwide problem, and well, here's today's depressing proof that it's not going away any time soon.

This time, it's in India, where 10 women were fired by state-owned Air India for being too fat.

Yum! Government-sanctioned discrimination for everyone!

There's no excuse behind this. These women weren't morbidly obese and chucked to save a few gallons of jet fuel; the move was purely aesthetically motivated.

And if you don't believe me, check out 51-year old Sheela Joshi, who was fired after 27 years of service.

Would you call her fat? Yeah, me neither. This also brings to light the issue of fat shaming, but I'm handing that off to the champs at Feministing.

Via Times Online.

When I Grow Up, I Wanna Be Kathy Griffin

So, Kathy Griffin hosted New Year's Eve with Anderson Cooper for the second straight year, live and uncensored. I'm so glad they asked her to come back, if only because I feel like she's Anderson's personal hag and one day, maybe, he will actually feel comfortable coming out with her by his side.

Although, given his obsession with the Real Housewives of Atlanta, I'm not sure it's really necessary.

Anyhow, it doesn't top "Suck it, Jesus. This award is my god now," but it comes awfully close. CNN better invite her back next year, dammit.

Enjoy.

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