We've all heard people say nasty things about girls who like sports. Whether someone says female broadcasters shouldn't be able to report on football, or that girls only pretend to like sports so they can impress guys, it's all ridiculous. Fun fact: some of us truly love sports and actually know what we're talking about. Unfortunately, there are several irritating things we have to deal with all the time.
1. Men are constantly quizzing us to see if we *really* know sports.
We get all kinds of questions, from "who played in the last Super Bowl?" to the even more condescending "what team does Steph Curry play for?" And when we answer correctly, the questions get more specific, the sexism becomes more obvious, and we wonder why we even felt the need to prove ourselves in the first place.
2. We are the true victims of mansplainers.
You know those guys who think they know everything and feel the need to explain simple concepts to people less genius than they are? We DEFINITELY know those guys. We are their targets. "That was a three, you know, because he shot from behind the line." Oh, thanks so much for explaining! The existence of my vagina was really getting in the way of understanding that one.
3. We’re told it’s unladylike to drink beer and swear at the TV on game days.
It’s 2015, not 1915. The term “unladylike” shouldn’t be in anyone’s vocabulary. Lots of women swear and drink copious amounts of alcohol in social settings, and what better day to do so than game day? Like, we’re SORRY, but that call was bulls*** and you know it. Another Bud Light Lime, please.
4. Other girls have a hard time believing we aren’t pretending to like sports in order to impress all the guys.
No. Ladies, we’re on your side! We’re trying to prove that women are 100% capable of enjoying and understanding whatever we want, even if it’s traditionally “masculine.” No one is trying to steal your man, and no one is saying girls who don’t care about sports aren’t cool. We just want to watch this game and want nothing to do with the mansplainers, tbh. They’re all yours.
