Gender Equality: Women Are The Ish

Gender Equality: Women Are The Ish

For some reason men like talking down on us, but lets be real, they do that because they're scared we will literally run the world.

Recently, there have been a lot of gender equality movements and I absolutely love it. It seems like Always started off with their, “Like A Girl” campaign, with the younger girls totally breaking the stereotypes society has filled our heads with. They truly taught women a lesson that “like a girl” doesn’t mean prissy and dainty, but fierce and badass. Then Jennifer Lawrence talked about how she brings in the big bucks for her movies, but for some reason doesn’t get paid as much as her male costars. And let’s seriously be honest, we only come to see J-Law. My current favorite gender equality advertisement, is Secret Deodorant’s #Stress Test. It’s about a young women who’s in the bathroom mirror giving herself a pep talk before she goes to talk to her boss about how she should be paid as much as Todd who hasn’t worked at the company as long as she has. She goes on to talk about her accomplishments and strengths in the mirror, and then she hears the toilet flush and she automatically freezes, because someone has been listening to her coach herself. When the mystery person comes out of the stall (an older woman), she makes eye contact to the younger woman and says, “Do it.” The older women’s encouragement was exactly what she needed to hear before she went out to demand the money she not only earned, but deserved.

I know that gender inequality has always existed, but it wasn’t until I got older that I started to understand how much it affected me. I also started to notice how systematic sexism really is. I once saw my female professor give a male student an extension on his assignments because he simply didn’t do them. He never showed up to class, never turned in his work, and somehow he was able to get an extension on all the work simply because he was a male in a predominately female department. It honestly shocked me when he told me. I was like, “because you’re a man… working towards a degree which is predominately women?” His reply was, “yup”. It truly boggles my mind to see how females are so accepting and want everyone, regardless of their gender to succeed. Whereas, my girl in the commercial had to encourage herself in the bathroom to talk to her boss, Bob, about getting paid an equal amount as Todd, even though she has worked harder and longer. What amazes me though, even though we get paid less, we still work our tails off and that will never change.

Today I went to a boy’s basketball game and there were two different coaches. There was a male coach and a female coach, both coaching the same game. As soon as I saw the male coach I wasn’t a fan because he seemed like a jerk before the game had even started, and then once he saw that the female coach was coaching, he turned into an even bigger jerk. When the game started started, I watched the game and it was all fine and dandy, until I started hearing the male coach screaming to the top of his lungs (we were only 5 minutes into the game). I wanted to know so bad why he was screaming, and I realized, that his team was losing. Then I wondered, if the opposing coach were a male instead of a female, would he be just as crazy? Answer: not a clue. As the game progressed, the male coach’s team started winning, and he started to simmer down, but as the female coach’s team started losing, she never lost her cool. She yelled so her players could hear her, not to intimidate them. She didn’t yell about what they shouldn’t do or what they did wrong, instead she yelled plays and suggestions. She never once yelled, “What?! Man are you kidding me? Listen to me! Listen to what I say!” (The male coach screamed that I swear). Instead, she kept her calm manner, and only shouted out words to help her players. In the end, her team won, which absolutely amazes me, because here she is a female, coaching a boys’ team, and winning. It just goes to show, that even when women are up against men, in a domain they claim is theirs, we will slay. Women run the world, whether it’s a man’s world or not, we run it, and we own it.

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To The Coach Who Ruined The Game For Me

We can't blame you completely, but no one has ever stood up to you before.

I know you never gave it a second thought, the idea that you're the reason I and many others, never went any farther in our athletic careers.

I know you didn’t sincerely care about our mental health, as long as we were physically healthy and our bodies were working enough to play. It’s obvious your calling wasn’t coaching and you weren’t meant to work with young adults, some who look to you as a parent figure or a confidant.

I also know that if we were to express our concerns about the empty feeling we began to feel when we stepped onto the court, you wouldn’t have taken the conversation seriously because it wasn’t your problem.

I know we can't blame you completely, no one has ever stood up to you before. No one said anything when girls would spend their time in the locker room crying because of something that was said or when half the team considered quitting because it was just too much.

We can't get mad at the obvious favoritism because that’s how sports are played.

Politics plays a huge role and if you want playing time, you have to know who to befriend. We CAN get mad at the obvious mistreatment, the empty threats, the verbal abuse, “it's not what you say, its how you say it.”

We can get mad because a sport that we loved so deeply and had such passion for, was taken away from us single-handedly by an adult who does not care. I know a paycheck meant more to you than our wellbeing, and I know in a few years you probably won’t even remember who we are, but we will always remember.

We will remember how excited we used to get on game days and how passionate we were when we played. How we wanted to continue on with our athletic careers to the next level when playing was actually fun. We will also always remember the sly remarks, the obvious dislike from the one person who was supposed to support and encourage us.

We will always remember the day things began to change and our love for the game started to fade.

I hope that one day, for the sake of the young athletes who still have a passion for what they do, you change.

I hope those same athletes walk into practice excited for the day, to get better and improve, instead of walking in with anxiety and worrying about how much trouble they would get into that day. I hope those athletes play their game and don’t hold back when doing it, instead of playing safe, too afraid to get pulled and benched the rest of the season.

I hope they form an incredible bond with you, the kind of bond they tell their future children about, “That’s the coach who made a difference for me when I was growing up, she’s the reason I continued to play.”

I don’t blame you for everything that happened, we all made choices. I just hope that one day, you realize that what you're doing isn’t working. I hope you realize that before any more athletes get to the point of hating the game they once loved.

To the coach that ruined the game for me, I hope you change.

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I thought I knew where I stood on this issue until my favorite team nearly traded for a domestic abuser.


It's summer, 2016, and the Indians are in 1st place. For years, they had flirted with mediocrity: rarely a last place team, even more rarely an above .500 team. They made the playoffs in 2013, only to lose in the one-game Wild Card to the Tampa Bay Rays. Besides that, it had been since 2007 since they'd won the division. Overall, they were looking at just two playoff appearances in 14 years coming into this season. It was unexpected, magical, and intoxicating.

One day, something came across my Twitter feed that left me both excited and nauseated: the Indians were in talks with the Yankees to acquire superstar closer Aroldis Chapman.

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At the time, the Los Angeles Dodgers were finalizing a trade that would have sent them Chapman, but swiftly backed off when the allegations surfaced — apparently believing that the quality of people that they employed, for some foolish reason. The New York Yankees, staying true to their nickname of the "Evil Empire," held no such moral high ground and traded for Chapman at a highly discounted rate.

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But it's a REALLY nice house! Did you see the brand new marble countertops?

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I am a diehard Indians fan above and beyond all other things. When most 8-year-old boys wanted to go to Disneyland and meet Mickey Mouse, I wanted to go to Jacobs Field and meet Jim Thome.

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If you are not a baseball fan, this stance may sicken you. I am admitting to placing love of my team over the overall character of the players that play for them.

But where do you draw the line? He was punished by the league and served his time. If it were up to me, he'd be banned from the sport, but he's not. He's pitching against my team.

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This past October is the 3rd consecutive postseason that the Indians have been eliminated. All 3 times, the opposing team had a domestic abuser on the roster.

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