Let me start this post off by saying … DEAR GOD WHAT A DEPRESSING WEEKEND. Not only am I literally suffering some sort of haemorrhagic disease, but my Dragons lost terribly AND there’s another sex scandal to deal with. I MEAN REALLY.
I am seriously in the grips of some sort of crazy Outbreak shit. There has been actual blood vomiting and I’m positive only 35% of it was caused by tequila. Is it Ebola? Crimean-Congo Fever? IS IT DENGUE? So many questions. If I caught something from that pet monkey Lachie had in here last week I am deadset going to throttle him.
the scene outside the Errol office disturbed the neighbours
I’ve been feeling like the walking dead since Thursday and I am very very proud of myself for not vomming all over Stephen Ferris during our appearance on Fire Up. Mostly because no one would ever believe I was vomiting for a legitmate non-alcohol related reason. Because I am basically a man I have been in total SHE’LL BE RIGHT mode but this afternoon Intern John-John is driving me to the doctors to see what’s up. He’s even promised to put pants on! Usually Intern Brownie looks after the serious adulty things, but he’s still dosed up on Xanax after the Dragons loss and isn’t allowed to drive.
Now you all have a comprehensive update on my health, let’s talk about the bloody Broncos. Another day, another scandal. Has this deadset been the Worst Year Ever or what? Here we are, supposed to be celebrating the centenary of our illustrious game and instead it’s been all international manhunts, glassing people in the face and yucky times in nightclub toilets. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg. I could detail all of 2008’s dramaz … but I would be here so long my ass might fuse to the chair like those fatties that can’t move off their lounge coz of said fatness.
And ain’t that a pretty mental image?
To be honest, this year has been bloody exhausting. I am so emotionally drained from constantly having to defend the game I love. And yes, as a woman I am constantly called upon to not only defend the game of rugby league, but my dedication to it. I find it intensely annoying but I understand why people ask Those Sort of Questions.
I just wish it wasn’t an issue. I resent that this sorta stuff even exists.
I truly hate being serious and addressing issues that aren’t the changing lengths of Hot Bitch Cooper’s rats tail (btw he totally trimmed it during the week). I have managed to get through all of 2008 skilfully avoiding the heavy stuff but now I feel like I have to say something.
So take notes children, because this is my Definitive Manifesto. Next time someone asks me the dreaded ‘but but…you’re a league fan AND a woman….how do you feel about…??’ I am directing them here.
1) As far as most rugby league scandals that crop up, like drinking, (legal) shagging, pissing in public and being obnoxious, I honestly don’t believe footy players are any worse behaved than alot of guys their own age. If my mates had the stuff they did on the weekends reported in the papers, they would be in the same position. Young Australian men do stupid shit. It’s a fact of life. I mean who hasn’t peed in an alley when drunk?
2) But let me be clear, I do not, nor does anyone at Errol condone illegal or anti-social behaviour. We are not apologists. There is absolutely no excuse for violence, sexual assault or drink driving.
3) We do however take objection to people inferring that this sort of stuff is representative of rugby league. Because it isn’t. These are social problems, not footy problems.
4) Being a league fan certainly does not mean we approve of any of this behaviour. Stop assuming it is. We don’t particularly like having our morals or our commitment to feminism being questioned coz coz … omgz how can you be a woman and like league and omg omg WHAT ABOUT THE SISTERHOOD? Being a dedicated league fan doesn’t make me less of a woman, and being a woman doesn’t make me any less of a league fan.
We believe men and women have every right to their choices and to respect from their own and the opposite sex. Watching men throw a football around doesn’t change that in any way, so please do shut up. Thankyou kindly.
5) Stop asking me if I think league is disrespectful to women. For the record, my answer is no. I don’t think league as a game, or its fans, are deliberately or inherently disrespectful to women. Is there sexism or discrimination? We’re sure there is, just as – sadly – there is in every walk of life.
Is there ignorance? You bet your ass there is. I think this is for a couple of reasons –
a) League is almost entirely male dominated. If anyone is disrespectful to women it’s probably because they don’t SEE any women in an everyday context. Sure there might be a receptionist and a physio here and there, but basically its men men men all the time. Most players join clubs from a very young age and they basically grow up in this manufactured environment. If some of them end up having slightly skewed views on women, it’s hardly a suprise.
b) Without this every day interaction with women, the boys are left with very little to go on. To be frank, if I was 20 year old guy and offered sex on a platter every time I went out, I would probably come to think that the only way men and women interact is sexual, too.
Thankfully, we think the NRL is trying to change things. I think they really do want to involve women, but they are just at a bit of a loss as how to do it.
God knows there are enough women who are rugby league fans. Even though the boys who play footy might live in a bubble of testosterone, one look around the field at any footy game will show you that there are plennnty of women in league.
So we would like to help you out with a simple step-by-step guide to diversifying league: Step 1 – hire us. Step 2 to 100 – watch our awesome ideas flourish.
One more thing. Because people ask us this all the time:
No, we are not trying to shag footy players. We are NOT footy groupies. Although we may sexually objectify them alot on Errol (it’s fun okay?) that doesn’t mean we want them to put their penis in us. We love the boys and we love the game … but that’s as far as it goes.
The next person that asks The Sex Question … well … do so at your own peril. You have been Warned.
And that’s it really. God, being serious is GROSS, I feel a bit dirty.
If you want to discuss serious times any further, leave us a comment.