Perhaps you've grown used to Gender Lens' intelligent analysis of those important political or media-related issues that influence women and men today. Perhaps you look forward to my twice-monthly posts and their well-considered approaches to gender.
Well, this is not one of those posts. This, my friends, is a rant. Plain and simple.
It began this Christmas, when my dad purchased a pack of partial season tickets for our family to share. This meant that several times this year, my brother and his partner and me and my partner were able to cheer on our favorite team -- the Philadelphia Phillies.
I'd like to note that my dad did not simply buy tickets for himself, my brother, and my husband. This is because my dad understands, and has always understood, that baseball is a sport loved by both men and women. Dad coaches high school ball, and ever since I was in the crib, I had a baseball in my hand.
Until I was 13, I played baseball on a team with all boys. I spent a lot of my time trying to prove myself worthy. One of my fondest memories was during a particular game when the entire infield and outfield moved in about ten steps as soon as they saw that I was a girl up to bat. I got my favorite type of pitch -- low and across the plate -- and I wailed it over all of their heads. Vindication was mine.
Unfortunately, these moments were few and far between, and I found myself constantly trying to be more like the boys and prove myself as such instead of just enjoying the game. I switched to softball in high school, but I remain an avid baseball fan.
So as you can imagine, when my dad told my partner and I that we had tickets to Game 3 of this year's World Series, we were beside ourselves with excitement. Not only was this a World Series game; this was MY TEAM in the World Series. I'm not exaggerating when I say that for this lifelong baseball fan, it was a dream come true.
It would have been even more of a dream come true if it were not for two things:
1. We lost.
2. I sat next to this most obnoxious and intolerant fan in the history of baseball.
The guy sitting next to me not only claimed the armrest for the duration of the game, sticking his pointy elbow in my face every other second, but he also managed to offend Native Americans, Japanese people, and Mexicans in a very short amount of time. He'd shout completely offensive things over and over again, including chides to the Phillies pitcher to "Hit the batter right in the face! Just smash his entire face up!"
Finally, one of the women sitting in front of us turned around and said, "Wow, you have quite a bellowing voice!"
I thought this was a rather polite way of telling the fool to shut his intolerant mouth, but he obviously disagreed.
He said, "Listen, lady. I'm not going to apologize for cheering at a baseball game. That's what I came here to do. Some of us have actually been here all season. We didn't just buy a World Series ticket."
The woman turned to him and said, "I've been here all season too."
What disgusted me about this exchange was the fact that the guy assumed that because the individual was female, she certainly couldn't be a REAL Phillies fan.
When I whispered a summary of this exchange to my partner, he said, "I don't think he meant anything gender-related by his comment."
I responded that he (my partner) had never been to a sporting event as a woman. Meanwhile, I've spent the better part of my life trying to justify my interest in sports to men and trying to prove to them that I am a real fan.
Just last week in one of my classes, the students were talking about a great football play from the week before. Interested, I asked them what had happened, and one of the male students responded, "You wouldn't understand. It's a guy thing."
I took him to task for that comment and gave a short lecture on sexist language. I'm not sure it did very much though.
The effect that this kind of attitude has on women, particularly young girls, is that it encourages them to get involved in only certain gender-approved realms of life -- cooking, talking on the phone, shopping. Thankfully, I believe that the current generation of girls is beginning to change this paradigm. With the passage of Title IX, more and more girls are participating in sports than ever before.
Still, our culture needs to change its overall attitude towards girls and sports. We need to take down the "No Girls Allowed" signs when we consider who is and who isn't a real fan.
I don't have an inspirational remark with which to end this rant. All I have to say is this: Tonight, oh blogosphere, as I root on my dear Phillies, I will not be explaining to ANYONE why I love baseball and why I deserve to be counted as a real Phillies fan.
Go Phils.
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2 comments:
I suffer this with sports also, but the real sexist attitudes I get is with my interest in the Civil War. As you know, this has been an interest for me since a young girl. I can't tell you how many times I have been on a battlefield tour and will ask a question and the guide will turn to the male that I am with and proceed to direct the answer to them, as though I wasn't there.
If I point out an error in a fact presented, my remarks are addressed as though I couldn't possibly be correct. Or if I am on a tour with a male partner, an insinuation is made that we are on the tour because of the male. When the guide is corrected by the male that actually she (meaning me) is the Civil War expert, there is surprise! So I feel your pain!
I have to say it has gotten somewhat better over the years; but it exists enough to make one think - Will I ever not have to put up with this?
Fantastic rant! Well said indeed. And taking your student to task on sexist language and assumptions definitely made a mark, if not on him, if not on that day, then on someone else in the class, or more than likely, on that student, sometime in the future. I think, more than likely, in some sort of similar situation, he'll remember his college professor that proved to him that women can be sports fans too, just as men can like shopping and talking on the phone, without making them somehow less than a man. Cliches not only make for bad writing, they make for a really shallow and limited understanding of the world.
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