This week has been one full of Battle of the Sexes moments here in England.
Men have it hard these days. All around them, claims that women are (HORROR!!!) equal or better at certain things.
First there was a debate about who works harder: Men or women. Of course that is a ridiculous question but it seems that men don't think women work very hard becasue they do not take the housework as real work. On the other hand, women think all men have to do is work from 9 to 5 and that is it so they claim they work much harder. Cue sexists radio phone-ins and Internet forums.
"Lets take nagging for example - Women don't have to work at it at all as it comes naturally to them."
"Last night I saw a woman driving a police car. Whatever next?"
"As far as I can count (as a woman), it seems that more men have posted on this topic. Evidently, they work much harder. Yeah, yeah."
No sooner was that debate put to bed or the next one erupted. The BBC announced that, 34 years after Julie Welch was the first woman to write a football match report for a newspaper, Jaqui Oatley was going to be the first female football commentator on Match off the Day, BBC's flagship football program.
Men from all walks oof life rushed in to defend their holy shrine of football. They claimed women do not talk but shriek. hey claim women do not know football. They claim women should only do women's matches etc. etc.
The shocking thing about it all is that these men were allowed to say all their misogynist things without much debate. And not just stupid men, but football managers, people from the professional football clubs etc.
A former manager whose name nobody remembers (he can't have been very good...) said: "you must have an understanding of the game and tactics, and in order to do that you need to have played the game." Well, that makes it easy then because Oatley was a keen amateur footballer until the age of 27, when she was stretchered off the pitch with a dislocated kneecap and ruptured ligaments.
"There's something about the pitch of a male commentator's voice which makes it believable even when its owner is talking complete rubbish," says Welch. Leaving aside the possibility that this might explain why so many men in the game liberally spout nonsense without fear, the implication is that a woman's pitch and cadence lack conviction."
Thank goodness for Paula Cocazza who writes about this ridiculous issue in The Guardian. Shhe puts these blokes right back in their place.
ow personally, I don't really like the soundd of a woman's voice on AM radio in a live match report. Nothign do with being a woman but just the pitch of the voice. But this is, I suspect, related to listening to it on AM Radio. On TV, commentary usually is a bit more calm and I just do not understand why men have to so insecure that they have a problem with a woman.
I think it actually all reflects rather badly on 'the modern man'. Just shows their layyer of 'I am modern andd understanding' is only wafer thin.
19 April 2007
16 April 2007
I didn't play in the last match of the season yesterday (I didn't expect to really) but it was still quite fab. The match was rubbish so after the final whistle, we all felt a bit down that we could not finish in style. But after an hour or so, things got better as we realised we had actually won the league title!!
I have never really won anything in a team sport (never done any team sport) so I felt it all quite special.
What better way to say goodbye to our coach, Tim Burden, who has been great for the past 3 years. And what a great way for our Captain, Christie Honor, to pass on the Captain's armband to someone new.
Even better is that the women's team is still the only team in the club that has ever won a title!! I am not gloating but which other club can say that their ladies' team is without question the most succesful senior 'section' they have? The men have never been promoted in their 75 years. The women have played Premiership Rugby (ok, that was almost 10 years ago, but still!!) and won a few titles in their 20 year history.
Hopefully next year the men can gain promotion bck into the league they were relegated from last year. Would be nice!!
in the mean time, WE WON THE LEAGUE!!!!
11 April 2007
And so we went to France this weekend to play some rugby for fun. The result: 1 twistd knee and 1 broken collar bone. Not good news for the team as we are hoping to win the league title this Sunday and losing 2 key players is less than positive.
In france you are not allowed to play more than 80 minutes of rugby per day and after each 80 minutes, you need 3 days rest. So all the matches were only 12 minutes long with no half time. We lost all of them. Humbug.
I did not play as I am still struggling with my nose. Just as well because I spent most of my time in hospital with our inside centre who fractured her collar bone.
I am not playing in The Match this Sunday becasue my nose has still not healed. I am very pissed off about that. I understand the coach: I am injured so I don't play. But I am angry at myself. I planned this surgery at a stupid time, putting myself in this position. And the worst is that so far, it has made no difference, in fact it feels like it has gotten worse, not better. So I am angry and dissapointed because I have never won anything with a team in my life. This was goingg to be the Big Moment. And now, I will just be standing there, bringing water bottles to the girls who will be doing the actual rugby on the pitch. And for what? For nothing because I can still not breathe. And itt wasn't so bad before the surgery anyway. I just thought: oh well, let's have it done and it will all be fine soon.
04 April 2007
Sometimes ads don't make it past the concept stage. Sometimes ads are brilliant but the clients is too conservative to run with the idea. And sometimes they just run out of money.
Advetising and PR Communications people Sellers & Rogers have published 2 nice little booklets with some of their best ads that never made it to print. You can download them for free from their website. I personally think the Lionel Richie one above is sheer brilliance.