ff

(sorry this didn't post this yesterday. i drove out to collingwood to watch an awesome feminist film which i'll tell you all about later!!!)

with heavy sighing, i take back a goodly portion of my 'yaying' last week over the olympics. i do love them. i do. i love the bringing together of peoples and cultures. but that bringing together also tends to point out some of the great problems we have on this earth. for example, saudi arabia.

{jeré longman}

* put pleats on or else the ladies boxing might not be ladylike enough.

there's a lot in this piece that made my blood boil. like that saudi arabia is 'irked' by the attention it is getting for its women-athelete-isues. yeah. i'm irked too. so irked i want to go scream until i have no more voice left. until i'm retching and spitting and choking. so irksome. 

remember when we all shook out heads while watching 'a league of their own' when the women were made to wear such absurd little skirts to play their sport? and they were upset and horrified by it? remember when we thought 'that was a bad time for women... ooof! thank god we are not living such repressed lives now. thank god!'

i remember that.

i guess i should be glad that the women's volleyballers don't HAVE to wear bikinis anymore. and i guess i am. but it isn't enough. not nearly. none of it is enough. not for 2012. not even close.

not when this sport

has to looks like this so that women can play it in this liberal, freedom-screaming part of the world...

and everything else.