The first time I put a barbell across my back, I was in love.
It wasn’t like I had never lifted weights before; I had, but never like this. Thanks to the myth that I needed to do high reps with light weights to get “toned” arms and legs (because, of course, as a woman, I wouldn’t want to get too “bulky”), I had dutifully curled my tiny hand weights a million times. I never got strong or toned. All I got was bored. So I always quit. Keep reading »
Five former NFL cheerleaders for the Buffalo Bills are suing the team for alleged violation New York State labor laws by paying the woman less than mandated $8 minimum wage.
The ex-cheerleaders, called the Jills, said the team “exploited the women” by not paying them/underpaying them for events like game day performances, practices two times a week, and up to 35 corporate events. The Jills are also required to attend six annual events on behalf of the team. Their work for most of those activities was uncompensated, the lawsuit alleges, calculating that Jills worked for free up to 20 hours per week — or 840 hours of unpaid work per person per year. Some women took home as little as $1,800 in pay a year from their Jills job! Yet they still had to pay for their own uniforms, out-of-town travel, hair and nails.
Keep reading »
Rugby! Like American football, but the players aren’t as huge and don’t wear helmets. Right? I think. Well, whatever! The point is, New Zealand’s All Blacks rugby team won the World Series Sevens tournament yesterday and celebrated by performing the traditional haka – a traditional ancestral dance/war cry from the Māori people – without their shirts on. Weird, suddenly rugby is my favorite sport. Click through for more photos of these hot jocks celebrating victory by baring their pecs! [via HyperVocal] [Photos: Getty Images]
Last weekend, I went skiing for the first time in over 10 years. To say I was nervous and excited would be an understatement; in the days leading up to my trip, I couldn’t help but worry about breaking a limb or, I don’t know, being crushed by an avalanche.
Thankfully, the friends who came along with me were much more experienced than I (like, pro level) and promised I’d be in good hands. Their teaching method? Throwing me in the trenches headfirst. They taught me how to stop and start using my skis, and that was about it – off to the chairlift we went. No ski school, no detailed lessons. Had I thought about what was happening I probably would have objected, but I blindly went along until I realized halfway up the lift that this was not the normal path for a beginner. But this was how they had learned, they explained, that putting yourself in the thick of it was the fastest way to get off the ground, and that they’d be nearby there the whole time. (By the way, PSA time, I am not saying you lovely readers should learn this way — it’s pretty risky!) Keep reading »