Two women made history at the 2012 Olympics for being the first-ever female Saudi Arabians to compete in the Games.
But one of those young women, Wojdan Shakerkai, who competed in judo (and lost), has paid dearly for being a trailblazer: the 16-year-old girl has been lambasted as a “prostitute” by misogynists back home. Keep reading »
“Broad-shouldered, flat-chested women with small hips; [they are] totally indistinguishable from men. Their breasts – the symbol of womanhood, motherhood – flattened into stubs as they were seen as mere hindrances to speed. I am not even talking about female javelin throwers, shot-put athletes, weightlifters, wrestlers and boxers. Their appearance is just pathetic.”
You know how sometimes crusty old dudes say laughably sexist things? Like, things you can’t even waste the energy getting offended about because they’re so preposterous? Meet Turkish columnist Yuksel Aytut, who wrote a column called “Womanhood Is Dying At The Olympics.” Yes, seriously. Womanhood is dying. All those female athletes are running, swimming and kicking soccer balls when they should be back at home rubbing their husband’s feet. Such a shame!
Oof. Obviously this man has not clicked through a slideshow of women’s beach volleyball butts. [Wonkette; Daily Mail UK]
Today, The Washington Post ran a column praising 17-year-old Olympic gold medalist Missy Franklin as a tenacious athlete. In fact, you could describe columinist Sally Jenkins’ piece as gushing. So it’s unfortunate in an otherwise awe-filled piece that Jenkins’ made a poor choice of words (emphasis mine):
This was her first Olympic gold medal attempt in a grueling program of seven planned events — and on top of that, she had had to swim a semifinal heat in the 200 freestyle less than 15 minutes earlier. But with about 25 meters to go in the backstroke, a mean girl took possession of her.
Whoa, hold up. Why does winning have anything to do with being a “mean girl”? Keep reading »
Look, I’m a little intimidated about heading to the Olympics next week to hang out with a bunch of people who are Really Good At Sports. I’m not good at sports and typically only play them when I’ve been unassumingly tricked into them by a friend who says that it’s faster to ride bikes someplace than to drive a car. And yes, I treat my body like a decommissioned Orange Julius machine.
But that doesn’t mean that me and the rest of the mostly-sedentary Frisky staff aren’t gold medalists at other things in life. That’s why I asked everybody to tell me what they’d likely win a gold medal in. After all, if competitive race walking is an actual Olympic sport, can competitive closet organizing — in which my Virgo soul would easily get the gold — be far behind?
Tell us: What would you win a gold medal for? And if you need me, I’ll be polishing my Olympic gold medals for Eating All The Tacos and Being Able To Discern What Song Sampled What Other Song.
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There’s criticism (“You suck”) and then there’s criticism that hits below the belt because it gets specific about someone’s race, gender, or sexuality (“You suck because you’re fag”). The latter is what happened this weekend to NASCAR driver Amber Cope, whose not-good driving interfered with a more experienced driver. As the car blog Jalopnik puts it, Amber Cope and her twin sister Angela Cope “have been trying to work their way into racing with mostly weak results.” But that doesn’t mean the appropriate way to criticize either one of them for a job poorly done is to use the word “c**t.” Keep reading »
Today in Things That Aren’t Cute: these uniforms Ralph Lauren designed for the U.S. Olympic Team. Blazers, berets, knee-length skirts — the company’s statement says the outfits aim to “embody the spirit of American athleticism and sportsmanship,” but I think they’re more “Phillips Exeter Academy, sailing, affected accents from a place that doesn’t exist, that kid you know named John Charles Johnson III, your mom’s Valium in the mirrored bathroom cabinet, and things that do not and will never genuinely define America as a whole unless, of course, you happen to be asking Ralph Lauren.” I grew up in Connecticut. I know this shit.
Dear Candice Sortino,
I know you are facing criminal charges for the recent stunt you pulled at the College Baseball World Series in Omaha, Nebraska. When asked why you made a mad dash out on to the field to pinch two baseball players’ butts you responded “Because there were so many people watching and it’s against the rules and you get tackled too.” You rebellious little minx. I know you think that you got “caught up in the moment” and made a mistake, but I, for one disagree.
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