I am digging the Women’s World Cup, but wondering, where is the love? Bars and restaurants with TVs were drunk with excitement a year ago. North Beach became an early riser to host soccer fans all over San Francisco for pre-work games. The USA didn’t extend past the knockout stage, yet there was a fever in 2010 that isn’t here now. Ironically, USA is going to the finals. Let’s see some pandemonium!
I’ve never been that girl who cared about promoting women’s rights. Everyone’s got their challenges and we must rise through them. Whether you’re handicapped or dark-skinned or short or blind or illiterate. Make it happen, make life happen. Overcome. That’s been my motto.
But the Women’s World Cup makes me realize how sexist the world is. Does that mean we’ll go to our little boy’s soccer game, but not to our daughter’s? No! Yet we’re only watching men play baseball, basketball, football. We’ll only watch women glide on the ice, twirl on a balance beam, cheer for the men? I am guilty of it. I have played into these stereotypes and only recognizing it now. For shame.
USA vs Japan. I can’t think of a better game. My home country and my Asian sisters. Bring it!
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