Me and my big M……

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I really should think before I open my mouth 😊

Chatting with friends in a café recently the topic turned to sport.  With these friends it could be Spring Summer Autumn or Winter – you’ll find the topic of conversation often turns to sport lol

Well, you’d have thought I’d suggested the Pope was an atheist from the gasps when I casually mentioned I wasn’t keen on female sports reporters.

They can have all the knowledge in the world but (to me) as soon as they start to talk it always sounds as though they are trying too hard.  Trying to impress or even outdo male companions on panels or those sharing the commentary of a game……. and don’t get me started on seeing them going into the rooms at half time.

Definitely wasn’t the most politically correct thing to admit to them but it’s my personal feeling!

In amongst the chat that followed that disclosure I mentioned that I also felt uncomfortable watching them play ‘rough’ sports that have always been associated with men like soccer, rugby and aussie rules football.  I realise women have had a very hard time infiltrating these sports and good on the ones who have made a name for themselves doing so but if I choose not to watch them that’s my choice.

Well that went down like a lead balloon!

One person continually tells us she ‘can’t stand’ a particular male commentator and we all accept it.  There’s none of the disparaging remarks that came my way the other day.  How can you be so sexist – how can you be so narrow minded – no amount of discussion gave way to them understanding that not everybody likes the same thing.

I didn’t dare to also say I preferred AFL (aussie rules footy) or NRL (rugby league) to Soccer.  Most of these ladies are English expats and even after being here since the 1960/70s the majority of them still follow their (old) local teams.  I have loathed that style of football since I was a child and don’t intend to start liking it now (but I don’t think I’ll mention that to  them)

9 thoughts on “Me and my big M……”

  3. I like American football and basketball. I know enough about the players and the coaches to converse with David. However, I don’t have the patience to sit through a game. I prefer to read about it in the newspaper.

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    1. I have zero interest in sports.
      I take your point though, about females coming across as trying very hard in male dominated venues. I would expect that, they aren’t welcome, their roles are defined by people who really don’t want them there, and it is usually the young, inexperienced, perky girls who are allowed in… a recipe for discomfort. Why would they be comfortable in an environment where they aren’t one of the boys, and their every move is under surveillance by someone, not everyone, who is either overtly or covertly gunning for them..
      It is difficult to watch the results of serious prejudices work out in the real world, it isn’t pretty. Good for the gals who carry on!

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  4. I feel the same way about female sports commentators especially if it’s a male match in any sport. The first female sports commentator for a male rugby match was a novelty, but now they seem to have taken over and dominate the sports world. I feel it would now be a novelty for a man to commentate.

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  5. Sports? It is all a mystery to me. And one I have no wish to explore. I know (how very unOrstrayan of me).
    You have a perfect right to your likes and dislikes. As we all do.

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  6. being across the ditch in New Zealand, could mean I’m a huge fan of sport – but actually I don’t – even when I’m watching my teen g/nephew play soccer, I totally not on in the zone let along the rules!

    I remember getting tangled up with trying to come home from one my retreat stays when they were having a parade for America’s Cup yachting thing – and I was so annoyed that I had to get off my bus early and “walk, walk, walk” to the train…the train station in the city was teeming with people with flag – the train home was basically empty but every station was packed with people going to the parade…

    my (now d’ced”) BIL loved watching motor racing on the TV – it bored me to tears, cars racing around a track…apparently it was exhilarating…

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