i keep looking for that blindfold faith
I don't usually bitch about the way women sports fans are treated. I leave that to unloveablehands because she's better at it than I am. But, this is just too much, guys, seriously. Check out the comments on this deadspin post previewing the Broncos season, which was written by a woman.
It includes gems like:
"Women football writers? Boy, I never thought I'd live to see that."
"But is she hot? Kidding! (sorta)"
"So are all of these going to be ridiculous farses then? First we had a fake author, and now a girl?"
"I don't get it...how is she a editor/writer for a university while in the barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?"
"Why didn't Will use this description as her intro: Jen Philion is a freelance writer who, when not writing, is presumably making out with some dude Mike."
Finally, this prompts Will to post a response:
I'm really don't understand why it's considered so strange around here that a woman would write one of these previews. I really don't. Frankly, it's somewhat disturbing. And there are more women writing previews, so, you know, in all honesty, and with all due respect ... grow up.
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The Rockies game was good. Slightly damp, but good.
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Ah, Casadaga. I can't stop listening. I don't like all of it, admittedly. It sounds like Conor's been hanging around with Jack White too much (a squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl//with fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl//she's standing in the ashes at the end of the world).
And channeling Johnny Cash, maybe, (she was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts//she said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars).
There's some Dylan in there too, (little soldier, little insect//you know war, it has no heart//it will kill you in the sunshine//or just as happily in the dark.)
He has his moments of irony:
I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth
With a post-modern author who didn't exist
In this fictitious world all reality twists
I was a hopeless romantic now I'm just turning tricks
-- "Soul Singer in a Session Band"
But there are parts that just kind of ache.
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes
Since the operation I heard you're breathing just for one
Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love
You left another message said it's done,
It's done.
-- "Lime Tree"
It includes gems like:
"Women football writers? Boy, I never thought I'd live to see that."
"But is she hot? Kidding! (sorta)"
"So are all of these going to be ridiculous farses then? First we had a fake author, and now a girl?"
"I don't get it...how is she a editor/writer for a university while in the barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen?"
"Why didn't Will use this description as her intro: Jen Philion is a freelance writer who, when not writing, is presumably making out with some dude Mike."
Finally, this prompts Will to post a response:
I'm really don't understand why it's considered so strange around here that a woman would write one of these previews. I really don't. Frankly, it's somewhat disturbing. And there are more women writing previews, so, you know, in all honesty, and with all due respect ... grow up.
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The Rockies game was good. Slightly damp, but good.
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Ah, Casadaga. I can't stop listening. I don't like all of it, admittedly. It sounds like Conor's been hanging around with Jack White too much (a squatter's made a mural of a Mexican girl//with fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl//she's standing in the ashes at the end of the world).
And channeling Johnny Cash, maybe, (she was a real royal lady, true patron of the arts//she said the best country singers die in the back of classic cars).
There's some Dylan in there too, (little soldier, little insect//you know war, it has no heart//it will kill you in the sunshine//or just as happily in the dark.)
He has his moments of irony:
I had a lengthy discussion about The Power of Myth
With a post-modern author who didn't exist
In this fictitious world all reality twists
I was a hopeless romantic now I'm just turning tricks
-- "Soul Singer in a Session Band"
But there are parts that just kind of ache.
I keep floating down the river but the ocean never comes
Since the operation I heard you're breathing just for one
Now everything is imaginary, especially what you love
You left another message said it's done,
It's done.
-- "Lime Tree"