Showing posts with label women. Show all posts
Showing posts with label women. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 09, 2007

Ditching The Swimsuit.

You may recognize the woman on your right as Olympic gold medalist Amanda Beard (winner of seven Olympic medals total). According to the last page in the current issue of Playboy (another year, another bleach-blonde Playmate of the Year, guh), she'll have a pictorial in the next month's issue, and is probably the most likely cover subject. You never can tell, though -- somewhere along the line, the mag decided not to put the Playmate of the Year on the cover, and the trend continues, with some blonde Trump fired off the Apprentice on a season I haven't watched on it instead on the issue I got in the mail yesterday. Of course, there are the usual objectors to Beard's posing nude, based on whether posing nude is objectification or not:

What upsets some people like Dr. Mary Jo Kane, director of the Tucker Center for Research on Girls & Women in Sport at the University of Minnesota, as she told the New York Daily News, is that “It used to be that female athletes were portrayed as wholesome, All-American girls. Now you get female athletes in GQ, Playboy and the Swimsuit issue. The result of it is coverage that is very damaging—that trivializes and marginalizes women athletes because it does not give them the respect they deserve as competent athletes.”
I'm not sure when and if female athletes were ever really portrayed as wholesome and all-American by the culture at large -- I think the old stereotype we could apply there is either "tomboy" or "butch" as far as female athletes in a lot of sports went, so I'm not quite hanging with Dr. Kane's point there. Weren't athletics, and certain sports in particular, seen as not particularly feminine? This is kind of a perverse validation of the all-American value of women in sports -- realizing that they are feminine enough in appearance to be "the girl next door" that Playboy aims for, despite the inevitable airbrushing (plus, let's not forget that Beard is a model; this isn't exactly a stretch for her, and she's not exactly outside the beauty norms.)

The question over whether Beard ought to pose nude is irrelevant: her body, let her do what she wants with it. It's not like she'll lack for control over how it's presented (I do believe celeb subjects get a good amount of say on the photos). The amount of caring I could do is negligible -- attractive as Amanda Beard is, somewhere along the line, Playboy has kind of been the dropping off point; notable women come to pose nude on the tail end of careers. It'll be nice to look at once and forget about. I never thought I'd say it with any sort of conviction, but I think I subscribe to the magazine more for the articles now.

Amanda Beard to Appear In Playboy [Timed Finals]
Amanda Beard Is Gettin' Naked [With Leather]

Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Last Word On Imus, Promise.

I wasn't even gonna post anything more about this story because it's been overdone by every form of national news media -- covering the Rutgers women's hoops team conference live, and now EVERYONE and their mother is jumping on the outrage train with Don Imus, who is still a jackass and shouldn't have his damn show. But TBL has their input, and cites a Jason Whitlock column as a "proper smackdown" of Al Sharpton. Sigh...here we go again. Stay with me on this.

Thank you, Don Imus. You extended Black History Month to April, and we can once again wallow in victimhood, protest like it’s 1965 and delude ourselves into believing that fixing your hatred is more necessary than eradicating our self-hatred.

The bigots win again.


It's as if somehow, the institutional racism and hatred from certain sectors of white America has automatically disappeared, and when a nationally syndicated radio host makes an incredibly sexist and racist statement (let's not forget the nasty sexism part of it, especially with the way black women as a whole are perceived in this country), to call that person out on it is an excuse.

While we’re fixated on a bad joke cracked by an irrelevant, bad shock jock, I’m sure at least one of the marvelous young women on the Rutgers basketball team is somewhere snapping her fingers to the beat of 50 Cent’s or Snoop Dogg’s or Young Jeezy’s latest ode glorifying nappy-headed pimps and hos.

I ain’t saying Jesse, Al and Vivian are gold-diggas, but they don’t have the heart to mount a legitimate campaign against the real black-folk killas.


Nice. Re-appropriating from a culture you despise so heartily, and doing it poorly, to boot. Cue the crap about hip-hop/prison culture from his AOL columns here, that's what's coming for the next few paragraphs, and if you're really interested in reading specific criticisms of that, try these for size.

Rather than confront this heinous enemy from within, we sit back and wait for someone like Imus to have a slip of the tongue and make the mistake of repeating the things we say about ourselves.

It’s embarrassing. Dave Chappelle was offered $50 million to make racially insensitive jokes about black and white people on TV. He was hailed as a genius. Black comedians routinely crack jokes about white and black people, and we all laugh out loud.


It's called re-appropriation -- black people have taken the slurs white people used against them, homosexuals have done that too with gay slurs, and used them among their own community. Wonder what Jason's thoughts are on Richard Pryor. Does it make it right? I don't know. But everyone, in this day and age, has to know what they can say in public without looking like an ignorant, dumb-ass hick. The reason Chappelle got that money is because he was able to poke fun at those racial taboos without coming off as insensitive and stupid -- often, it was insightful.

Somehow, we’re supposed to believe that the comments of a man with virtually no connection to the sports world ruined Rutgers’ wonderful season. Had a broadcaster with credibility and a platform in the sports world uttered the words Imus did, I could understand a level of outrage.

Imus has no credibility in the sports world. Again, Whitlock and anyone else who is claiming this is overblown for that reason is missing the point: Don Imus is or was considered a credible figure in the mass media world, enough so where senators, congressmen, and writers for national magazines and newspapers appeared on his program to talk politics. His comments are NOT limited to the sports world; they do not solely affect the Rutgers women's basketball team.

In the grand scheme, Don Imus is no threat to us in general and no threat to black women in particular. If his words are so powerful and so destructive and must be rebuked so forcefully, then what should we do about the idiot rappers on BET, MTV and every black-owned radio station in the country who use words much more powerful and much more destructive?


Then put your money where your mouth is. Entertainers go that route because it sells to WHITE KIDS. Those black-owned radio stations are more likely "black-run" radio stations; the ownership is more often than not, Clear Channel, run by white radio execs in Texas. BET is part of the Viacom empire, started by Robert Johnson, but now run by Sumner Redstone. Take a bigger-picture look.

Don Imus is washed up. He is a hack. But for some reason, powerful people go to his show to seek his approval, people who represent us in politics, and write and report for our major media organs. In that grand scheme and context, his words are not irrelevant.

We all know where the real battleground is. We know that the gangsta rappers and their followers in the athletic world have far bigger platforms to negatively define us than some old white man with a bad radio show. There’s no money and lots of danger in that battle, so Jesse and Al are going to sit it out.

That old white man has a large listener base, enough to warrant a simulcast deal with MSNBC, with NATIONAL POLITICAL FIGURES AND JOURNALISTS ON IT. He is part of the Conventional Wisdom, whether you want to admit it or not. If that's not about the same size as the gangsta rappers, I'm not sure what is. Rappers don't have a ton of political figures coming to them to make nice. They're not part of the mainstream political culture in America, despite the efforts of Russell Simmons.

And Sharpton, despite his obvious flaws as any sort of righteous person, wants to do something about hip-hop and any violence associated with it. The problem is that it always gets buried. This is from 2005:

The Rev. Al Sharpton, who is campaigning against violence in rap music, plans to buy stock in record companies that produce hip-hop and then become vocal as a stockholder. "I don't think too many CEOs want to see me come into his stockholders' meeting to say they're not doing enough to stop the violence," Sharpton told the New York Daily News. Sharpton didn't name the companies or say how much stock he plans to buy. He also plans to put pressure on the Federal Communications Commission. "I do not understand how the FCC can make a lot of noise around Janet Jackson and that case with Howard Stern but has not said anything about a pattern of shooting and other violence at radio stations," Sharpton said. Sharpton has accused one New York station, WQHT-FM, of instigating violence by having rappers bait one another on the air.

Isn't that addressing the issue, Mr. Whitlock? Or is saying "the violence has to stop" with a rapper accused of beating up a 14-year old child not addressing it either?

Most people will tell you Sharpton's a huckster and the Tawana Brawley incident was atrocious. But he still has influence because people listen to him, and when he gets slammed for not doing anything about hip-hop without cause, it only makes him a little bit better.

Monday, April 09, 2007

Passive-Aggressive Much, Mrs. Bush?


The White House's annual Easter Egg Roll would be completely and utterly unremarkable to me, except for this little tidbit, which happened to make its way into the AP copy.

After her welcome, the first lady sat in one of the area's designated reading nooks and read "Duck for President," by Doreen Cronin. It's a story of a duck who gets sick of farm chores and decides to run for office - first for head of the farm, then governor and, finally, president. In the end he decides running the country is too much work and goes back to the farm.

I'm just going to leave it at that.

(Photo via the White House.)

Friday, January 12, 2007

sisters are doin' it for themselves.

So, I'm watching Wizards-Hornets, just to see if I luck into some of the awesome that is Gilbert Arenas (I'll probably write my man-crush post on him at some point; this isn't his best game, but I'm totally buying into any Wizards game being an automatic view because of him), and I'm kind of fading in and out, but I'm wondering whom the lady is doing color. I catch a first name and run the Google, because the WWL has been doing some serious affirmative action when it comes to bringing in ladies in the studio and on the sidelines for men's sports lately, which is kind of weird to observe. When it comes to men's sports, women are often consigned to the bin of sideline reporters, not game or studio analysts.

Kara Lawson did color for the game and held it down even though Gilbert had a day best described as less than Zero. He wound up with 20+ points instead of 30+ in the loss, and he's not taking his usual quota of shots or dominating (I blame the ugly-ass alternate unis; plus, the Wizards just didn't stop Desmond Mason.) Googling Ms. Lawson only listed her as a sideline type; I presume this was her first night on color. ESPN's been raiding the WNBA ranks for ladies to analyze men's sports lately. I'm seeing a lot of Swin Cash on ESPNews and occasionally on Shootaround and Fast Break, plus Stacy Dales is doing analysis in studio and sideline for men and women's college ball. (Obligatory nod to Pam Ward for calling college football on the Deuce, but if someone like, say, Erin Andrews wants to call games eventually, she should take Pam as a "how not to call it" primer.)

Maybe others have gotten to it before, but this is a quiet story to me, the kind that doesn't really get a lot of attention but deserves more -- there are plenty of female beat reporters throughout sports, and we crack jokes about the comeliness of sideline reporters such as Ms. Andrews, but this is a very subtle paradigm shift for sports analysis going on here. Call it "breaking the glass booth," to pervert a phrase.

Despite my love for the Marv Albert/Charles Barkley experiment that went on last week, I'm now kind of curious to see what Cheryl Miller would do alongside Marv -- your move, TNT.

(Extra tangential announcing bit: Tirico, Jon Barry, and Bill Walton are on Rockets-Nuggets, which means fun watching AI, and I have to go on record with my enjoyment of Bill Walton, especially for the anecdote that he got from Mutombo about George Karl checking out of a Denver hotel back in '93 when his Sonics went 2-0 on the Nuggs in the first round of the playoffs:

"Dikembe said, 'As soon as we knew George had checked out of the hotel, we knew he had checked out of the series.'" Priceless stuff.

1/13, 1:15 pm - Welcome to those of you coming from Deadspin.)