Okay, so it’s 12:15am EST, I ate fake meat at 7pm and I’ve been getting to know the local bar specials since about 8:30pm. I’m still stuck on watching the Olympics, if only because I love beach volleyball. Sure, there’s a lot of T&A involved for the women and not nearly enough for the men, especially compared to AVP men’s volleyball, but watching two people do the work of six in the middle of sand is damn impressive. I want the U.S. to win, not because I have a specific pride in our increasingly backasswards country, but because I want the U.S. women to prove how strong women are overall.
We don’t need all the padding of football or even the “non-contact sport” of basketball, we can throw down– two women, alone, in a constantly shifting terrain– objectified, vilified, and justified, all at once. Beating the crap out of everyone else in the world who dares to cross them.
Amen. That’s what I say. A-f-ing-women.
