Don was concerned about nudity and players being uncouth. Well, as several sports writers clarified on twitter last night, both men and women, really there is not that many dicks visible and players are respectful to reporters. Some even noted that players are even more considerate toward the women present. Don, the women are there to do a job. And they had to fight like hell to get there and I don’t think the potential glimpse of a cock is an issue. They’re probably quite aware of what could happen.

Women who work at CBC were furious and disappointed by Don’s comments and offered an apology on twitter last night. They were really fantastic actually, it was great.

However, what boiled my blood were people telling me to ignore Don’s words. That’s the way he is, he’s old etc. That doesn’t really work for me. I’m a believer in having a sit down, come to Jesus meeting and telling someone if their words are a bit you know, fucked. But him making such a declaration on Hockey Night in Canada just promotes sexism and demeans women. I’m bound and determined to work for a hockey team. It has meant a lot of self-reflection, beating myself up and inner torment knowing that these are the walls and attitudes I will likely face. And not even in hockey; in many industries.

Even worse, was You Can Play writing off Don’s word because he’s supportive of gay hockey players. So that apparently makes him progressive and permits such sexism. I have my problems with YCP but I am trying to be patient. I know they are just a year old and they have so much potential. For me, it is a matter of seizing it. But to dismiss the words of women claiming we just want something to be mad about? That’s a fucking insult.

I just want things to be better. And man, if I had the means, I would be starting a fund to help women get a career in sports. I want there to be money and resources to get them through school. Because we are going to steal some jobs and we’re going to be awesome.

There’s some bits from the players too and its clear they love the hell out of her and respect her position with the team.

Mostly, this article just meant the world to me. I’m battling through the last bits of school and it feels like the closer I get to the finish line the harder the slog is. I know I don’t write as regularly as I did on here, for zillions of reason. And it really hurts me; that gap. But so many of you readers have stuck it out with me and drop in on my twitter or tumblr and are true friends. That support has been incredible, knowing how some of you care what I do and will scream and kick and cheer for me to get shit done. And I want to keep going because you lovely people have been on my side. I’ve been on the quiet and deadly prowl for internships and some of you have been so amazing tossing me any lead or idea to help me out. You’ve coached me through cover letters and resumes and made sure I’m at my best.

Another reason I dropped off the grid for a bit was I had to sort myself out and figure things out in the grand picture. I look back on some things I’ve written and I cringe, but I won’t delete it. I’ve grown and it just marks in my history. And I think biding my time was to my advantage since a few years ago I was floating without a goal in mind but now it’s so crystal that is it freeing. I feel lighter now that I can see the places I fit and where I should be.

Even better, is knowing the role Jennifer has. I’m always on about equality not just in hockey but in the world beyond. For me, I’d like to start with hockey and see what I can do from there. Yep, I’m critical and abrasive but mostly I just want to better things. I want hockey to set the bar and be the most excellent thing ever because I love it so much.

It is fantastic knowing about Jennifer’s role and knowing there is room for more ladies.

Just remember; always be Beyonce.

During an intermission of Friday’s game, your program ran tweets from fans with their thoughts on the opposition. You also chose to publish a tweet from fan that referred to the Sedin twins as sisters. By airing this tweet your brand has promoted acceptance of sexism and further, homophobic attitudes. You have encouraged insulting athletes by equating their skill with women.

Frankly, this was just lazy on your part to find content to fill twenty minutes. Instead of providing commentary on the game, your broadcast opted to be cheap. Twitter is a fantastic platform for people to broadcast their thoughts but you really should not be encouraging such offensive conduct.

I would have hoped your organization was bright enough to be aware of what happened when Blue Shirts United decided to run an article which talked down to women and devalued their intellect. It immediately went over poorly. The article ended up being yanked and brushed aside as if it never happened. Blue Shirts has yet to apologize for publishing it which is even more hurtful.

The You Can Play Project has been really aggressively tackling this problem in sports culture. Did you know that Chicago Blackhawk Duncan Keith supports this initiative? Way to keep up with your own city’s team and what they do outside of their sport. I imagine the Blackhawks do not appreciate your network’s going in the opposite direction of their efforts to make hockey a more accepting and open sport for athletes of all varieties.

I ask you to please re-evaluate the tweets to air on your program. It is really not difficult to come up with standards as to what is an appropriate tweet to share. Here, I will help you with some guidelines:

• Is this tweet racist?
• Is this tweet sexist?
• Is this tweet homophobic?

If you answer yes to any of those criteria: don’t air it. It is a real simple process. This shows that as a company you feel a responsibility to promote messages that are in line with your values. Further, you are dedicated to being a progressive brand that is inclusive.

I really do not want the reply to the decision to run this tweet to be, “relax it’s just a joke.” I am entitled to be offended and disgusted that who I am is being used as a put down. So please learn from this, do better and set an example.

Regards,
Heather Lynn

If you’d like to contact Comcast Sportnet Chicago you can do so here.

AHWWWW!!! I miss them so muchhh. Also, Chris Bruton is on twitter, guys!

So I don’t even care how wrong Cosmo’s list of Hot Hockey Players 2013 is. I really don’t. First all of it’s from the publication that has a long history of bad sex advice that has ranged from wrapping a scrunchie around your dude’s discostick (something about blowjobs) to putting a bunch of fruit in or around your kit and caboodle (it will probably result in a yeast infection). Second of all, just shut up. Seriously.

It was quite hilarious today to see various men up in arms on the issue. I’m a bit confused as to why it is acceptable for a man to ogle and leer at female athletes. Actually, I’m not confused at all. I got the answer. You’re mad that ladies have it in them to flip the script and eye your favorites. This doesn’t make female fans dumber. Okay, it is bad public relations coming from Cosmo. But the male gaze is so damned dominant and when women get their time to give the once over; people lose their shit.

I don’t know how many times I’ve said this, but SEXY ONLY GOES SO FAR. A hockey game is a really long span of time to maybe glance your favorite eye candy and that’s not a good return on investment if that’s all you’re there for. I’m better off watching Crazy Stupid Love and skipping to the good Ryan Gosling parts. Or watching Drive and skipping to the good Ryan Gosling parts. Or watching Blue Valentine and skipping to the good Ryan Gosling parts.

Oh hockey, yeah. I mean, they don’t even have to be NAKED and I am positively thrilled and delighted. And during playoffs? I’m just overcome with the urge to rub my face on bearded cheeks. Or hope for stubble burn along my inner thighs.

I admire hockey players for their various body types because Sidney Crosby’s ass is just the most magnificent thing ever. But also for the skills and things they can do with their muscles.

Cosmo routinely drops the ball with address female satisfaction between the sheets. They dole out plenty of ways a woman can make oral sex better for a dude. But nothing about what the man can do in return. In the words of Ms Jackson: WHAT HAVE YOU DONE FOR ME LATELY?

Baby, I’m not gonna question what revs your engine. I’m just gonna tell you to floor it. You enjoy these dudes, whatever your type, and use them to your liking. And if you’re looking to make like Ginger and spice up your life. I recommend shopping Babeland.

Dear, sweet, adorable men of the world… why is it that you can never just ask for directions?

No, really. Explain it to us, because there appears to be something wrong with your species that you can’t simply admit you’ve taken a wrong turn and that you need help. And darlings, this NHL lockout is one giant wrong turn leading to nothing more than a dead end street and an empty gas tank.

If you’d only listen to us – the women in your lives, the females sitting in the passenger seat rolling her eyes as you attempt yet another “shortcut” – we’d be back on the highway in no time.

Because that’s what we’re here for.

The problem with so many of you XY chromosome-bearing beings is that you have this need to be right…even when you’re so, so wrong. And then it’s up to us to come in and clean up whatever mess you’ve made. The lockout is no different; it has brought out the worst of the stereotypical male testosterone-laced uber-competitiveness, made worse by the intense glare of the media microscope. A giant pissing contest that can only be solved by people who have no interest in such a disgusting pursuit – namely us, the women.

So many of us have the ability to compromise without worrying about the stigma of backing down or wimping out or whatever overly masculine phrasing you want to associate with said compromise. We may hold grudges but rarely do they manifest themselves in the form of cutting off the nose to spite the face. We can help. Because what this lockout needs, what it’s severely lacking right now, is a woman’s touch.

This may come across as a bitter male-hating diatribe; it’s not meant as one. We love you menfolk and all your little quirks. But the longer this lockout goes on, the more bitter we become, and with only the men (and these men, specifically) running the show, there’s nowhere else for our vitriol to go. We want this to end, and it seems like the only way for that to happen is for someone new to step in and fix it… and if that someone happens to have breasts, so be it.

 

I just have no idea how this is supposed to work. It’s wrong on so many levels. My response to the post was:

 

Men and women are the same species. Wikipedia.

I’m a bit confused as to what is going on here. Other than jokes from an airport cocktail lounge circa 1994. I don’t understand how a lockout trickles down to misandry and boyfriend hating. The lockout is out of my control as a consumer and fan, which is the frustrating aspect. The solution isn’t in our hands. And by design, we don’t get to contribute. I mean, we complain about how long this has been dragging on for. But that’s what happens when you have a system in place with procedure. The American government is a prime example of bureaucracy, red tape and having checks in balance. In theory, it is supposed to provide the steps to come to an informed decision and not taking the hasty express lane. It sucks, truly but it’s why so many major business and corporations have this in place, so everyone has their say.

But that has NOTHING to do with some dude getting lost and not asking for directions. Everyone wants to get to the same place but its a matter of what route serves the best for who is driving. And if the dude is running out of gas in addition to getting lost; well he just sounds like a prize idiot and perhaps finding someone smarter is the best solution. Maybe next time just take the keys and drive. You are Beyonce; you are an independent woman and he is replaceable.

Further, the NHLPA does have women in the room working on negotiations. I asked one day on Twitter and three women answered immediately and told me that there are in fact women holding positions above secretarial and something like 40 percent of the staff are women.

The lockout has nothing to do with cocks present. It has to do with DOLLARS up for grabs and what is perceived as fair and ideal from whatever position. There’s a lot of people fighting for personal interests. Those need to be set aside and the priorities need to be re-evaluated. Solving this has nothing to do with presence or absence of nail polish, high heels and lipstick. Because WOMEN don’t even have the same ideas on how they would fix this and divide assets.

It’s a bit of a ridiculous statement to chuck all men trying to solving this in the dunderhead category and to paint women in this shining savior light because I am different and therefor the superior being who holds the solution to this all.

This counter opinion to the CBA stuff and decrying shouldn’t (and isn’t) even be rooted in misogyny or misandry. That’s just some overdramatic literary device and saying “to bake an apple pie, first you have to invent the universe!” Like if this lockout truly has someone hung up on the opposite sex and causes a brewing of loathing and hatred, holyshitballs that person needs to re-asses their life.

 

The author of the post later backtracked and told me to relax it was just a joke. See, this is a huge problem. Women are not entitled to be angry about anything. They are told to calm down, it’s just a joke, you’re taking it too personal etc. No, if we’re gonna get this egalitarian business women need to have their emotions respected as valid instead of laughed off. If that post was joke, it flopped harder than Christina’s Bionic.

I really do love social media. I love the internet. I think of it as an actual thing that we’ve built and curated and contributed to. Even the mundane memes and pictures of food. But I love food, so its okay. Twitter is both fantastic and horrific in the same breath. I am fascinated with what can be said in the brevity of a message and what others decide to share. It’s probably a nightmare and a half for public relations and other types that have talent to manage and look after. Consider when you have people like me, with the fast enough fingers to screencap Tyler Bozak sharing a picture of him in blackface for Halloween and then deciding to delete it. Not so fast, the internet doesn’t forget.

On the flip, I hate tweets like that. I totally get people have their opinions and if you’ve read through my twitter feed you’d see I have a lot of thoughts and feelings about McNuggets and Storage Wars. I hate stuff like this because of the attached disappointment. As much as it infuriates me, let them sing. I want to know who to be mad at. Go ahead, by all means, share your illuminating thoughts because I want a list of of people I can put on my DEAD TO ME list.

First, Cabbie, I think you meant WARY.

Second, so if dudes hang with other dudes does that mean its because they like getting their “egos” stroked?

Third, okay. Stop it. I’m just ARGH a tower of rage over this idea. And with every other person who retweeted in agreement. But my feed is filled with wonderful people, both men and women who did not like Cabbie’s tweet and told him as such. That warmed my heart some. Anyway. My friends are my friends are my friends and whatever they have going on in their swimsuits areas doesn’t change shit. I do not keep numbers and data to see if my female to male friend ratio is in check. What is that ratio? One male friend for every four females?

Quit buying into this men are from Mars and women are shedevil tripe. Its 2012, we still have people dredging up tired tropes to be assholes to each other which is unacceptable to me. Men (wait this goes for everyone) you aren’t allowed to have an opinion if I wear too much makeup, not enough, my hair color, my hair style, my hair length and so forth. Like, patriarchy is the WORST. For fuck’s sake Iowa passed a law saying an employee can be fired if they are a sexual distraction. I’m sparing you my rant on rape culture and slut shaming and why you shouldn’t be shitty to ice girls. The fact they are demeaned as “girls” makes my blood boil but moving on…

Also, ladies: when was the last time your guy friends showered you in compliments? Because for me, its never. So please Cabbie, enlighten to me as to what the dynamics of this ego stroking entails. Wait, wait. Is this friendzoning? Is this why you are being nice to a woman? Is this why you don’t like women hanging around men? Because you just want to treat her as a penis cozy? This is a great primer on friendzoning and why you should stop using it as justification to be dick. Here’s my fave section which sums up my venom:

So, what’s wrong? You’re a nice guy, right? Why aren’t theses Stupid Whores showing you their vaginas? Probably because you’re too nice. You should be a douche bag like that guy she dated who had interests besides pretending to be her friend while simultaneously trying to eye-laser her pants off. Well, good news: you ARE a douche bag!

Consider something for me. Imagine that I, an incredibly good-looking, nice, eligible man, was walking into a shop ahead of you. As I reach the door I stop to look behind me, and I see you there only a few paces away. So I wait and hold the door. Maybe you say something like, “Thanks, bro. That was really nice.”

To which I respond, “Yeah, it was. Now you know what you have to do, right?” And I take my dick out.

Would that be uncomfortable for you? Would it be unpleasant for you to live in a world where, if a man was nice to you, it meant he expected you to pleasure him sexually? Guess what! That’s uncomfortable for women, too. Isn’t that weird? It’s almost like they’re the same kind of person you are. WEIRD!

No, actually. It’s not weird. It turns out they are the same kind of person you are, and having unwanted dicks around is as horrifying to them as it is to you. So, stop. Stop it with your unwanted dick.

I’m a big believer in calling people out. Because well, if you let someone carry on as is without bringing their problems to light, nothing changes. And maybe nothing will change or it will be so small it feels the same. But I think we’ve got it in us. The internet is one of the greatest tools of social good when harnessed accordingly. I have learned so much and do everyday because of the people I interact with in these pithy bursts. These people are so wonderful and have bailed me out with homework, offered academic resources, sent me birthday cards or just random packages of cheer. Hell, some have even bought me a drink. And I am so grateful for these interactions.

My wish, my hope, my dream is that in 2013 we are kinder to each other. These past few months have been rough. And I’m not just talking about the lockout. Every morning I open news sites with a ball of dread sitting on my heart. Can we chip away at things to try and make things better?

Because if you can’t say it on Christmas, when can you say it?

OMG LOL. Someone plz get their picture with Recycle Man and tweet me it.

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Today’s entry is from Ryan at Gooses Roost. You can follow him on twitter (@goosesroost). He’s a swell chap.

This is hockey:

Hockey is a brown horse. You are wearing spandex.

It probably doesn’t suit you, and neither does that helmet. While we’re here, what’s up with those purple pants? Who let you leave the house looking like that?

But let’s move on. Your favorite sport is a large mammal that wants to devour your flesh. There are clearly more pressing things happening right now.

For some, horses are special growing up. The stereotypical gift of a pony for your birthday, or the mythical unicorn. Horse-like creatures can dominate a childhood if you’re not careful. They can also crap all over the place, eat your birthday cake and bite your supple flesh no matter how many sugar cubes you feed Mr. Ed.

There is a risk/reward equation involved here that’s too complicated for you to understand when you fall in love with the beauty and majesty of your hockey horse. No one tells you there are more popular forms of transportation than a white pony all your own. You don’t care for practicality, you’re a soft-headed kid with a developing brain that sees something and falls in love with it before you can understand what happened.

That’s why hockey is a horse that wants to kill you, or at the very least punish you for having questionable fashion sense. For many people, hockey becomes a part of them far too early to comprehend. It draws you close, seizes upon your base emotions and never lets go.

It doesn’t matter why. Maybe the breathtaking speed of the game captivated you when an uncle took you to your first live game. Your brothers played and you followed suit. It was cold as shit in your hometown and learning to skate was the only way to survive extended periods outdoors.

The reasons are irrelevant, but the feelings of attraction are ubiquitous. I know fans that fell in love when they were six and others that fell for hockey when they turned 36. Something happens in your brain with this sport you cannot explain. The sense of community, of intimacy, of hope and joy and all those base human emotions that cause poets to write and painters to paint; it all somehow manifests in physical form on a sheet of ice.

So there you are, arms outstretched to that horse you love so much. Here comes the pain. Your favorite team is not good and will never win anything. There will be embarrassing losses and your owner may go to prison. Fix your arena or we’re moving to Seattle. You’re going to get bit, and it will hurt. Pain is part of the game, something you don’t learn until it’s far too late.

Or, worse yet, your favorite sport decides the economics of it all are a bit fuzzy and shuts the whole show down for a bit. How does every seven years or so sound? Bad? Tough. Chomp chomp. You taste like chicken.

Horses are beautiful, majestic animals that have many uses to human beings. They also dropped so much manure on our city streets that people welcomed the choking air and sprawl that the age of automobiles brought society. In short: you take the good with the bad, and the good can be so, so good.

Really. Hockey is a wonderful and worthy endeavor. The juice, as they say in the talkies, is worth the squeeze. Just know that you’re going to bleed every now and again. It’s okay, you’ll fit right in around here.