Most of the time I am glad I'm a man. I will be the first to admit that for all of their wonderful attributes, and perhaps exactly because of them, I'm glad I'm not a woman. There are lots of women who are stupid enough to believe the old line: "A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle." But finding a man with the counterpart attitude would be like finding a needle in a haystack. Most men know instinctively that they need a woman the way a tiger needs to hunt. And you women who still believe that quote above? Blessed and lucky is the man who never finds you.
But there are times when I am embarrassed for my sex. (God help me, I want so badly to horsewhip whoever started misusing the word "gender." See my glossary in sidebar.) I posted briefly about how I feel about sports fanaticism versus political awareness once before. I like some sports, and I'm naturally competitive like any healthy man. It's the lack of balance and maturity in a lot of males that I find irritating. That alone would be bad enough, but now we have a new dimension coming to make the stronger sex look even sillier in the eyes of women.
Some guys who read this post are not going to be happy with me. I'm sure I will sound elitist and above it all. I'm sure I will sound prudish. Let's just nip that one in the bud right now. I really like sex. Men are hardwired to respond to visual stimulation, and I can't imagine that there's another guy out there more responsive than I am. I don't think sex should be reduced to animalistic hedonism, but neither do I have any patience for silly, anal retentive censorship of the subject when it serves a good purpose to be candid about it.
The female body is one of the most powerful drugs on the planet to the male mind. The one-eyed idiot box is proof of that. So what happens when you take two things that men really crave, competition and female body parts and put them together in one venue? Silliness squared. Mental chewing gum.
Having a male brain and a healthy libido, I can be pretty sure that very little high level cognition is going to take place watching this sort of thing. Concentrating on the intricacies of a football play with 22 men on a field moving very fast takes months to master for a male brain that has never seen it before. Most American males have grown up watching football so it comes as second nature. But a man can follow the game easily because each man is basically a whole unit moving in relatively predictable patterns while the overall focus is on that one piece of pigskin.
You put 22 beautiful, shapely women on a field whose combined clothing could just about cover one linebacker, and finding the football to a pair of male eyes is going to take constant effort. Male brains across the country will be struggling to form new neural pathways while the reticular activating system in the brain starts splitting the visual signals to try and let the strategic parts of the brain try to track the motion of the football while breasts and thighs and gluteus maximi are heaving and flexing. Fingers will be crossed in living rooms all over the nation hoping that wardrobe failures will abound. It won't be referees who will be cursed for bad calls as much as program directors who don't direct the camera men to get tighter close-ups on the line in the three point position. Reverse and slow motion buttons on remotes are going to get worn out, or at least smudged into un-recognition due to trying to catch site of the stray areola or other unmentionable spots.
In reality, this will not be about women's equality in sports. I won't be surprised to see the ugly feminazis protesting this stuff because it objectifies women. The truth is that feminazis are what they are because they've never been objectified in their lives and it drives them nuts.
It certainly won't be about promoting football. We live in a country where in the vast majority of the States, football becomes the official state religion starting before Junior High School. In this current season, with high schools, colleges and professional teams, along with cable and satellite TV and DVRs, you can go from Friday evening through Sunday Evening and watch non-stop football until your eyes bleed, then you can get a fix on most Monday nights as well. So, it's not like there has existed this huge void in the sports entertainment world that has been begging for this to come along.
This is just another example of how America is following in the footsteps of the Roman Empire in the second and third centuries CE. Forget what's really important. Pay no attention to what's happening with the political ruling class. Don't let your mind contemplate anything beyond the few sound bytes you get on the mainstream media. You don't have time to become politically active or study the issues. I mean, Holy Crap! the Lingerie League is on tonight!
It's bread and circuses. Actually it's far, far better than that. I mean for the ruling elite. You don't even have to make your way to the colosseum. It comes to you. And if you're not into football, there are dozens of other things to grab your attention. That's the bottom line. Anything and everything to keep you from seeing the big picture and the important stuff. Whatever distracts you from doing the hard thinking about what is going on in the world until it is too late. And you know, some people are like the traitor villian in the movie, "The Matrix." They know it's all meaningless and fake deep down, but they don't care. It feels good right now, and instant gratification is what it's all about.
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