
Posted on October 10, 2014
Ladies: How to Talk to Your Man About Sports
Men like to watch sports, as a generalization. They like to drink beer and talk with their dude friends about point spreads and interceptions and infield fly rules. They like to piss off other dudes who like different teams they don’t like, or even different sports they don’t like. Hockey dudes like to talk about how much tougher their players are than Lebron James.
Occasionally, even, they like it when their female romantic companions stop shoe-shopping for five minutes and sit with them on the couch–after bringing their man another ice cold beer, of course. And when that happens, they will have studied up on how to talk to talk to their women about sports using small words and simplistic concepts to penetrate those tiny, purse-hunting little brains. Also they can talk about emotional storylines, because only women need and feel emotions for anything, and that goes double for sports!
(Is my sarcasm coming through? I hope it is.)
The truth of the matter is, there are a lot of women who enjoy sports. They aren’t even just pretending to for their man! Some of these women have enjoyed sports their entire lives; some played sports as kids, and some still do as adults. (And hey, some women don’t have a man, and others don’t want one. I know, I know. Shocking. But they still enjoy sports.)
The talk that actually needs to happen between the genders, though, is the talk about sports that don’t involve men at all: women’s sports.
In February of this year, we had the Olympics. It was a glorious time, especially for hockey fans, because one of the hallmarks of the Winter Olympics is ice hockey. There were two tournaments involving ice hockey, one for men and one for women. As it happened, the women’s tournament started first. And as the men’s tournament crept closer to beginning, I started to see posts on Twitter to the tune of, “Oh man I can’t wait for hockey to start!”
I would point out that the women’s hockey was already in full swing. Inevitably, the reply back to me was, “Oh, I meant the men’s hockey.”
Then when both were going at once, when the men’s side had a day off I’d hear, “I wish there was hockey tomorrow!”
I would point out that the US women had a game tomorrow. Once again, the reply would be, “Oh, I meant the men’s hockey.”
I’m somewhat less bothered by these hockey fans not caring about the women’s side, but I’ll get to that in a moment. What really aggravated me was the fact that saying “hockey” by itself was not a term to refer to the entire sport, no matter who was playing, but instead specifically referring to men’s hockey–that “men’s” is meant to be implied by the lack of clarification, while the women’s version must specifically be noted to be considered part of the conversation.
(I tried Googling “man bored watching women’s sports” for images to include with this post. The results are kind of horrifying, not only in that there was nothing really matching what I wanted, but what did show up instead.)
So, ladies, this is what we have to talk to our men about. We have to remind them that they are not the end-all of sports, and that women’s sports exist and are successful and worth their time as fans of sports in general. Look at our national soccer teams. Our men’s team is not considered a contender in worldwide competitions, while our women are consistently potential gold-medal winners, and expected to get to semifinals and finals.
The National Hockey League, which is still all-male, involves 30 teams and in the 2013-2014 season had a league minimum salary of $525,000; the Canadian Women’s Hockey League in that same season had a half-dozen teams and a total league budget of $1 million–not even twice what a single player must earn in the NHL. There isn’t the audience or the funding for women to make hockey their entire careers. Last week, US Olympian Hilary Knight was invited to practice with the Anaheim Ducks, the first time a non-goalie has ever participated with an NHL team (two female goalies have practiced or played exhibition games with NHL teams). The Ducks players were impressed with her, found her to be a formidable player who fit right in. In fact, Knight is listed as 5’11” and 172lbs on the US Hockey website; Claude Giroux, the captain of the Philadelphia Flyers, is listed with the exact same height and weight on the Flyers’ website.
(My blog is gonna need a cleansing after linking to the Flyers. Ugh.)
We need to sit down with the sports-loving men in our lives and talk to them about women in sports. We need to overcome the tendency to consider a sport’s name by itself to indicate men-only, and start showing them that the women’s side of a sport is just as legitimate. Should every female athlete be able to play on a men’s team? Of course not. But let’s acknowledge that there are some women who can totally play with the men’s pros, and even if they aren’t yet doing so, that means that they are elevating the level of the women’s side, encouraging players to be faster and stronger and get better and better.
We need men to encourage young girls to play sports not just to get them out of the house a few hours each week, but to develop a passion for competition and bettering themselves. We need girls to have their dads’ full attention when they’re on the field, court, or ice, and we need those dads to imagine a day when their daughter’s number hangs from a banner. Sports can bring out the best in people, and women should not be denied the chance to attain that level of self.
Most importantly, men need to stop insulting male athletes by feminizing them. No more “he throws like a girl”; no more “Cindy Crosby”. No more calling guys “pussies” or “fags”. Girls are not inferior men. Girls are worthy of respect for their accomplishments. And Hilary Knight can crush your head in her thighs like Gallagher smashing a watermelon, okay? So just stop it.
Ladies, we need to talk to our men about sports, because they really, really don’t get it.

Updated on October 6, 2014
HOT TAKE: Rangers Pass Out Letters Like Cookies
Tonight the New York Rangers announced that Ryan McDonagh is officially the 27th captain of the team (appropriately enough for #27)!
OFFICIAL: #NYR announce @RMcDonagh27 is the 27th Captain in team history! Full Story http://t.co/Ks2IzGkxYX #CforMcD pic.twitter.com/kgXZsY542y
— New York Rangers (@NYRangers) October 7, 2014
They also named four alternate captains: Marty St. Louis, Marc Staal, Dan Girardi, and Derek Stepan.
Having five letter-wearing players is a bit unusual, so I’ve seen some people wondering what’s with the extra leadership. Because no one asked, here are my thoughts!
Marc Staal has been an alternate for several years running now. His contract will be up after this coming season, and with no extension signed over the summer, the Rangers are in a delicate situation if they want to make sure they get a deal done to lock him up. Taking his A would likely be a deal-breaker, I’d imagine.
Marty St. Louis gave up his captaincy in Tampa Bay to come to the Rangers, and his leadership skills are great and obvious enough that some fans considered he might get the C while giving McDonagh another year or two (likely as an alternate) to grow into it. I think the smart thing was to just give it to Mac, and I think giving MSL an A is an obvious choice.
Dan Girardi has worn the A a few times over the last couple years, most notably throughout the end of last season and into the playoffs after then-captain Ryan Callahan was traded to Tampa Bay, leaving the Rangers captainless for the remainder of the season. He’s been on the team a long time and just last year signed a long extension, and so I think it’s a good-faith nod to keep him among the leadership.
Possibly if those three were it, fans might not have questioned things. But the final A handed out was to Derek Stepan, and one thing I wonder is if he was actually an earlier choice in the process, but the decision to put him on LTIR to start the season (requiring him to miss at least 10 games) lead the brass to give a fourth A out to one of the three above who might not have otherwise made the list. Stepan is young and very close friends with McDonagh, and also has an RFA contract ending after this season, at which point the Rangers will be wise to lock him up for the long-term. Giving McDonagh such a good friend to help him lead for going forward seems like a really smart idea to me.
So I am happy with this announcement and these choices. I can start saving up for a new jersey–McDonagh with the C!–and now Thursday’s season opener can’t come fast enough! Let’s go Rangers!

Updated on September 1, 2014
#AskKatiegorn
Established bloggers and internet columnists sometimes do a thing where they ask their readership to ask questions and then they spend a whole post answering those questions. I am not really an established anything, but I figure, why not try to get some readers by answering questions from Twitter and Facebook? I mean, this can’t possibly go wrong, can it?
…Let’s just hope it doesn’t.
First we have Alli, calling in from Dragon*Con:
What do you love about your favorite superhero?
To start, I must establish who my favorite superhero is. It’s pretty easy, though: Superman. From a really realistic point of view, he’s my favorite because he’s really the only one I was ever really exposed to growing up, and as much as I’ve tried, I’ve never liked Batman. This is rough, because my friends tend to–rather overwhelmingly–prefer Bats way over Supes.
I’m really fond of the whole Truth, Justice, and the American Way thing. Even if I’d hope that the definition of “the American Way” has changed since Superman’s creation, I want him to stand for the ideal of our country. But I also love him because I identify with him. He’s an outsider, someone who has to work to blend in with the rest of the world to protect himself. I’ve felt like that a lot as a teen and young adult. I’m sure many people do, really; even now, I still feel like that at times.
Also, that curl, yo.

Dat curl.
Next up is Sara, likely with a baby and at least one pup on her lap:
What did you want to be when you grew up?
So many things! The first occupation I can really remember wanting for myself was teaching. Which is very common, I think, particularly among young girls. Even to this day, I enjoy teaching people things, even if I’m not A Teacher precisely.
In junior high, I wanted to be an Egyptologist. Not just an archaeologist, no, but I wanted to specialize in ancient Egypt. I remember one Halloween I dressed up as one, which really was just me wearing a flannel shirt, khaki shorts, and boots. (God, I loved the mid-90s and fashion’s approval of flannel shirts.)
In my last few years of high school, I wanted to be in forensics. This was when I was super in to The X-Files, and CSI was a new show that really just made forensic science seem so very glamorous and sexy.

Work that sexy vest, Jorja.
Needless to say, none of those things happened. I think now I want to be a writer when I grow up. Also, I don’t want to grow up.
Coming in from the west coast is Danielle, who wants to know:
favorite pie?
I must confess, I’m not really a fan of pie. In the building Cake vs Pie wars that are certain to tear our society apart (assuming we still exist after Frosting vs Icing finally ends), I am solidly on Team Cake.
However, I have a couple friends that are pies, and I enjoy eating them. Give me a nice chocolate mousse pie, and I’m yours. If you really want me to consider my allegiances, bust out a peanut butter cup pie and watch me question everything I know about the superiority of cake.
Then we have Carla, my very own mother, doing her elder daughter a solid:
I just read a novel (The Night of the Comet by George Bishop) in which the comet, Kohoutek, was a leading “character”. Do you think it’s true that the appearance of a comet to us earthlings leads to tragic events?
Interesting! Well, from a very literal standpoint, I do not think it’s true that a ball of ice in space millions of miles away can directly cause doom here on our little planet just because we see it in the sky. If it did, what if we all just decided to stop looking up at the sky so we could avoid seeing things? Would that fix everything? Or what if we all just agreed to act like that bit of fuzz wasn’t suddenly there, or had been there the whole time? Would the comet know?

Some Comets have doom thrust upon them.
The fact is, though, that we are humans, and if humans can be counted on for anything, it’s to take something different or unusual or unexplained and lose our collective shit over it. So in that sense, it’s absolutely true that in the past, when a comet’s appearance had no real explanation, humanity knew that THE END IS NEAR and did some bad stuff because they were freaking out. And that means that the next time a comet appeared, everyone knew what happened LAST time, so they figured correlation = causation and decided to freak out all over again. And then you’ve got the opportunistic jerks of the world who use this kind of situation to do some bad stuff so they can just blame it on the comet.
Basically, humans are dumb. I’d like to say we’re smarter now, but instead of freaking out over comets, we freak out over race and religion and sexual orientation.
Finally, we have Becca, my sister, who just wants me to talk about how awesome she is:
When did you realize your little sister was so awesome?
How excited are you to have such an awesome sister?
On a scale of awesome to awesomest, how would you rate your sister?

LOVE YOU, SISTER
FOR REAL THO, I love my sister. She is funny and clever and caring and tweets about pooping a lot. The only bad thing about her is that she lives across the state, but really I can’t blame her for geography, and I am glad she’s not across the country! She’s pretty awesome, it’s true.
So ends the first edition of #AskKatiegorn! I’m thinking I’ll do this on a monthly basis. Your comments and thoughts are always most welcome!