dogs · eating

Canine Fitness Coach: Don’t Celebrate Your Skipped Meals (Guest Post)

The last time I wrote about why my dogs are my fitness heroes, I talked about how they’re always motivated, and exercise for joy, not for calorie-burning.

This time I want to talk about their adorable yet irritating tendency to beg food from anyone they meet. This includes their ability to deploy their beseeching eyes and convince almost anyone that they’re on the brink of starvation.

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Seriously though we are about to collapse from lack of snacks

But my poor dog training skills aside, one new lesson I am trying to learn from these beasts is that hunger is not a reason for celebration (though they do admittedly often see it as an emergency). There’s this trap that I fall into entirely too often, particularly when I’m busy (though the frequency of this state of busy is itself an issue for discussion), which is to eat far less than I know I should, mostly because of poor time management. Now, this is a pretty common problem, and here’s some ways that people like me talk about it:

“I know I should have, I just didn’t have time to eat lunch today.”

“There just wasn’t a break between classes and things just had to get done, so I just couldn’t eat before training.”

The problem, though, isn’t just the skipped meals. It’s the fact that secretly, humblebraggily, I’m proud of having skipped them. This pride is a holdover from a mentality that calories are bad (they aren’t). But being secretly proud of your skipped lunch should make as little sense as being secretly proud of your skipped workout, because both types of activity (eating and exercising) are important.

For one, the quality of my training definitely goes down when I haven’t eaten enough. Though I don’t get hangry like lots of people – it’s more like… hinconsolable. And in case you haven’t tried sobbing your way through a circuit, I can assure you it’s not recommended. Especially given that said sobbing usually takes place in front of my partner, who works in the fitness industry, and can’t stand calorie-counting, weight loss based approaches to exercise, or his girlfriend tearfully attempting to wall ball.

Food is great. We don’t function well when we’re lacking in it. And we probably shouldn’t take pride (even secret pride) in things that are hurting our overall well-being. Especially if the only reason we’re taking pride in these things is because of an unhealthy relationship to food and eating.

So here’s the official recommendation from the canine fitness coaches I live with.

Don’t skip meals if you can help it. And if you can’t help it, don’t view it as somehow beneficial or a bonus calorie deficit. Oh, and if you forgot to pack lunch, maybe there’s a friend who might be persuaded to share.

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Hello yes I am very interested in pasta salad

 

fitness

Happy Pride, UFC! (Guest Post)

Sunday was our Pride Parade here in Victoria, BC, and as a Pride present from the UFC (or at least I’m going to take it that way), we got to see, for the first time, a belt going to an openly gay fighter, Amanda Nunes. On Saturday night for UFC 200, Nunes defeated Miesha Tate, the previous title holder in the Bantamweight division (Ronda Rousey’s division), by rear-naked choke. Though Tate tapped out, and the fight was technically won by submission, it was Nunes’ excellent striking, breaking Tate’s nose, that really gave her the victory.

Nunes’ girlfriend, Nina Ansaroff, is also a UFC fighter, but in the strawweight division.

To top it off, this title fight ended up being the main event at UFC 200, one of the most highly publicized UFC events to date. This is a pretty big deal for women’s MMA, because every single name on that main card was a big one. Two women headlined an event that also featured Brock Lesnar’s much-touted return to the octagon against Mark Hunt, a matchup between Daniel Cormier and recent substitution Anderson Silva, a fight for the interim Featherweight belt between Frankie Edgar and Jose Aldo, and a Heavyweight match between Cain Velasquez and Travis Browne. Admittedly, there are a lot of ways in which Tate vs Nunes was the logical choice, since they were the only title defence on the card. But there’s no denying that fans were expecting an exciting match, and that the women delivered on that. And all this only a few years after UFC President saying that he was against women’s divisions.

So happy Pride, everybody, and let’s hope for even more encouraging times for women’s MMA.

fitness

Ashima sends V15 (Guest Post)

Ashima Shiraishi is, objectively, amazing. Just a few days ago, the 14 year old climber from New York became the youngest person ever to send a V15 boulder problem. If you’re not a climber, you might not have a good sense at just how remarkable an achievement V15 is, but it’s the kind of grade that most of us regular climbers would never even dare to dream of. I don’t know it totally captures the sheer difficulty of what a V15 boulder problem looks like, but note that the photo above is not a top-down shot.

I remember seeing the short film Obe and Ashima (trailer) at a Reel Rock film festival a few years back and loving its coverage of the then-nine-year-old Ashima and her coach Obe Carrion, once also a world-class climber.

There are several sports in which women do not seem to be given the same competitive opportunities as men (see Tracy’s post here) but in outdoor climbing, the rocks don’t get switched out for different climbers. When Ashima sends V15, she’s not sending a women’s V15, she’s sending a V15 boulder problem that anybody could try, but only a handful of people in the world (of any gender) could successfully complete.

Now, there is certainly still sexism in climbing and I’ve seen enough examples of it myself. But part of the beauty of climbing rocks is that it’s all about matching your body and its capabilities with the holds that are there for you. There are lots of problems in which a larger, more powerful climber, might make a big move that might not be possible for a smaller person. But a more compact person with smaller hands might see more potential handholds and use finger strength and balance instead of shoulder and arm strength.

There are not many big names in women’s climbing, with some exceptions, like the spectacular Lynn Hill. And certainly many more first ascents have been made by men. But there are also a lot of misconceptions about climbing that make it easy for people to think that it’s better suited to men. For instance, while a strong upper body is certainly a good thing, someone using good technique will use their core and legs as much, if not more, on many climbs. I’m looking forward to seeing a lot more women and girls demonstrating the diversity of ways in which people with different kinds of physical strengths can solve problems. And I also can’t wait to see what Ashima does next.

Guest Post

Lingerie Fighting League: Because We Don’t Sexualize Women Fighters Enough Already (Guest Post)

Audrey: I’m fully willing to admit that I am the wrong kind of person to understand why there is such a thing as a Lingerie Fighting Championship. Not only am I somewhat unclear on the ontology of lingerie (I take it that lacy bras and underwear count as lingerie, but sports bras and the kind of underwear that comes in 3-packs do not, but beyond that I’m a bit stumped) but I am also quite lacking in the desire to wear it. So I tried to go into this with an open mind.

Cat Zingano in a sports bra and little shorts knees a similarly clad Miesha Tate in the face.
Seriously who looks at this photo and thinks about how to take more clothes off Zingano and Tate? Who can have any other thoughts about this than, wow I’m so glad I’m not taking that knee from Cat Zingano right now?

Self, I said. Maybe this isn’t just a thinly veiled excuse to put women in even skimpier outfits than fighters already routinely wear. Maybe there is a legit thing where some athletes feel good about fighting in lacy panties and can fight their best that way. Maybe, self. Just maybe this is not the brain child of all those boys in high school who thought that girls having cat fights and pulling hair was hot.

And then I watched this highlight reel and a little bit of me died inside, because those highschool boys clearly grew up and became fight promoters.

But just so I wouldn’t have to do it alone, the second time through I made Rebecca watch it with me.

Rebecca: Good god this is so very awful
I hadn’t made it to the boob bump at the end before
kill me.

Audrey: oh sweet mercy the boob bump!

Rebecca: ok so I am trying to articulate just why this makes me so ragey.

First the obvious point: f*ck them for hooking something that could be empowering for women, namely shows of strength and the right to be aggressive and combative, to totally disempowering clothing that you can’t possibly fight for real in. And we barely even need to mention the obvious extreme het-male-gazocentrism of the whole thing.

Audrey: i can’t even walk 10 steps in nice underwear without having to pick something out of someplace awkward.
and how many of them were wearing navel rings?

Rebecca: I can’t even imagine how many bits of me would fall out the very first time I punched in that getup.

The whole aesthetic of this keeps very narrowly to conventional het-porn standards of ‘beauty.’
Look, I enjoy me some porn and strip clubs. I have no intrinsic objection at all to women bouncing around mostly or totally naked for sexy purposes. I wouldn’t want people to think we were objecting to that per se! It’s that that conjoined with ‘fighting’ that is driving me crazy. Using porn norms and stripper norms to undermine something that could have been cool in its own right and that already has its own aesthetic is what drives me apeshit.

Audrey: right, i’m more on the straight end of the spectrum, but i think lots of women are super hot
like really, if you want to have long hair and makeup and be sexy and be a fighter then by all means, but making a fighting league that’s based around it, well
you get this sad rage pool.

Rebecca: And it is behind the times in picking women with very little muscle definition – not only is this stupid for the sport at hand, but it’s bucking the actual current trend of what counts as sexy.

Hey! Can we include pics of us being all muscle-definitiony, unlike them?

Audrey: We did tell Sam no lingerie.
I have a picture of me fighting but i’m pretty full clothed

Rebecca: I have one of me right before my fight wearing almost nothing. But I have seen hot pics of you with rippling muscles before I am sure.

Audrey rock climbing with some visible forearm definition.
Audrey , forearms and all, halfway up a cliff on Vancouver Island somewhere.

Rebecca: yeah that’s super awesome
hang on lemme find the one I had in mind

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Rebecca (right) pre-fight posing with her opponent.

Audrey: fucking babely

Rebecca: I am definitely enraged by the implicature that women fighting in actual, regular, often quite revealing fighting gear are not already sexy as hell and need to be sexed up. Have these people SEEN actual women fighting?

Audrey: I am also kind of enraged by how bad that double leg takedown was

Rebecca: And all the sleeping beauty poses of the ‘girls’ out and in need of rescuing.

Audrey: You mean you don’t like having your ribs and arm patted gently when you’ve just been choked out? Weirdo.

Rebecca: Shouldn’t we have something to say about the closing ‘boob bump’?

Audrey: Probably. Like what?

Rebecca: Let me watch it again … grrrrraaaaaaghhhhh<sob>gnashmotherf*ckergrrrrrr….

Nope can’t do it. Forget it; we have more than enough for a blog post i think.

Audrey: even if we don’t, i don’t think either of us is willing to watch that whole highlight reel ever again.

Rebecca: Word up.

fashion · Guest Post

I Tried the Lululemon Beer So You Don’t Have To (Guest Post)

I’m not exactly Lululemon’s target demographic. I mean, I could be. I grew up in Vancouver, where the company was founded, and I wear sub-size-12 clothing so it doesn’t “cost 30% more to make my clothes.” But according to some articles criticizing the athletic wear company, there’s lots ways in which I’m completely not the target audience. I’m Asian, but can pronounce the letter “L,” thanks. I also read Atlas Shrugged when I was about 18, but instead of it informing my life philosophy, I decided it was one of the worst things I had ever read. And I’m pretty stoked about the existence of birth control pills. So given the fact that I disagree with some of the company higher-ups on, well, life, I haven’t really felt the need to keep up with them.

But then 2015 brought us a new and exciting development, which was a Lululemon beer. And I like beer. I also like getting the chance to be snarky. It also seemed appropriate that if I was going to buy any Lululemon product, it might as well be a can of beer from a local beer store, because frankly I’m intimidated by the prospect of even walking in to one of their brick and mortar shopfronts.

The beer is made by Stanley Park Brewing to coincide with the SeaWheeze Half Marathon, and the inspiration is ostensibly the love of a cold beer after a sweaty run along the Seawall. Challenge accepted. But since I’ve never written a beer review before, I enlisted the help of my dog (who wanted to go for a sweaty run) and my boyfriend, (who’ll always try a new beer).

The Purchasing Experience: 9/10

Painless, and a tall can was only $2.50, which is pretty good as far as Canadian liquor store prices are concerned. I spotted a stack of the cans (sold singly!) on my way to a barbecue at my brother-in-law’s place and didn’t even feel the need to hide it in a brown paper bag. Though I did stash it under the seat and left it behind in the car, because Lulu beer isn’t what you bring to a barbecue with a bunch of mechanics. I needed to enjoy it in an atmosphere which was more alienated from the means of production, lest the ghost of Dagny Taggart turn up and challenge me to arm wrestle.

Can Aesthetics: 4/10

A pretty modest can that’s clearly meant to represent Vancouver’s Seawall, including a cartoon totem pole, for which it loses a bunch of points. Not exactly headdresses-at-a-music-festival level of cultural appropriation, but still not super cool. Especially for a company that sponsored an international day of yoga on National Aboriginal Day. When even Raffi disapproves of your actions, you’ve got to step back and evaluate.

Dog Review: 7/10

Since the ostensible inspiration for the beer was a celebratory drink after a sweaty run along the Seawall, my dog Bee and I decided that we should go for a short run in the park before drinking it to get closer to the full experience. So he agreed to pretend that I was a tall and leggy white girl, and I agreed to pretend that he was a well-behaved black lab or something. Target market, people.

Luckily it wasn’t too hot, because even though Lululemon claims that their running wear is made for super sweaty runs, I suspect from their product photos that their definition of “super sweaty” is the kind where you still look super hot afterwards. Let’s just say that’s not the definition of “super sweaty” I’m familiar with.

Only moderately sweaty
Only moderately sweaty

Anyway, the dog was pretty into the run and the selfie, but had basically no desire to drink the beer, which is fine, because let’s face it, he’s a dog and isn’t supposed to have beer anyway. The only reason he deducted 3 points from the review is because he didn’t get to go off leash for the run, because I wasn’t *that* willing to pretend he’s a well behaved black lab.

 Skeptical dog face
Skeptical dog face

Human Review: 7.5/10

The boyfriend (R) skipped the run and doesn’t do yoga, so he had to wait for the beer until we got home. We thought that maybe drinking it out of the 4 oz mini glasses we got at a beer festival once would make us cooler and more Lulu-acceptable. I at least felt a little more hipster, and isn’t that what this workout experience was all about?

4oz Beerfest glass
4oz Beerfest glass

The verdict: Your basic lager. A touch of hops, light and refreshing. Pretty sure you could go out and order one of these after a yoga class, especially if you’re still recovering from the discovery that your pants were see through. R would rather have had a mountain bike ride and a Lucky Lager, but not bad. Kind of a North American Corona. In which case it’s basically the same quality of beer you can get anywhere else, but a little more pretentious.

On the bright side, I finally got that thigh gap they’ve been telling me I should work on.

Finally, a way that beer can get me a thigh gap
Finally, a way that beer can get me a thigh gap

athletes · gender policing · Guest Post · martial arts

Ronda Rousey is Not Your Feminist Hero (and that’s ok) (Guest Post)

Let’s be clear on a few things. Ronda Rousey is a fighter. And one of the best fighters at that. She just knocked out the very skilled and tough Bethe Correia in a 34 second slugfest. But she is not a feminist hero, and I don’t think we should expect her to be.

Recently, she got some love from various sites around the Internet for her response to truly obnoxious sports journalists who talk about how huge she is, say she looks masculine, etc, etc. (This is obviously not a new trend in sports journalism, and definitely not a new subject on this blog.) Now Rousey’s response is a positive influence for women and girls who struggle with these kinds of issues. But that’s it. And we, as her adoring public, should really stick to adoring her skills in the ring, and the fact that she is deservedly proud of her body and what it can do.

But she’s not the body image role model we need. Nor is she the feminist role model we need. She is just the talented and hard-working knockout and submission artist we need.  The quote that people are pulling from her UFC pre-fight video is this one:

I have this one term for the kind of woman my mother raised me to not be, and I call it a do nothing bitch. A DNB. The kind of chick that just tries to be pretty and be taken care of by someone else. That’s why I think it’s hilarious if my body looks masculine or something like that. Listen, just because my body was developed for a purpose other than fucking millionaires doesn’t mean it’s masculine. I think it’s femininely badass as fuck because there’s not a single muscle on my body that isn’t for a purpose, because I’m not a do nothing bitch. It’s not very eloquently said but it’s to the point and maybe that’s just what I am. I’m not that eloquent but I’m to the point.

Yes, she is femininely baddass as fuck, and yes, she should be proud as hell of every single muscle on her body. But also, fuck throwing other women under the bus. Fuck the category of “do nothing bitch,” because it doesn’t help any of us to put other women down. In her defense, the language she’s using is the language of the people she is addressing, who are pretty happy to say anything they like about any woman’s body. Too fat, too skinny, too manly, too ugly, too much of lots of things I can’t even think of at the moment. But still. Rousey’s response has some positives, but it’s also got some elements of exactly what keeps gendered oppression going, namely women turning against each other. Instead of telling these jerks to fuck off because MMA athletes aren’t those kinds of bitches, we should tell them to fuck off because what any woman looks like or does with her own body is none of their damn business. Because whether someone wants to be an athlete, fuck millionaires, be a millionaire, be pretty, wear dresses – or any or none of the above – is her own business. Let’s not allow our body-positivity to turn into negativity about other people.

And while Rousey’s been silent about her lately, one woman who’s suffered a lot of discrimination in her MMA career is Ashley Fallon Fox, who came out publicly as a trans woman in an interview with Outsports. She was almost immediately subjected to a transphobic rant from UFC heavyweight Matt Mitrione, who later apologized. Mostly. (Though I thought Fallon Fox’s public acceptance of his apology was quite the display of understanding and class.) So I’m not really as concerned about Rousey putting down some unspecified DNBs as I am about her public statements about Fallon Fox, stating that she would have an unfair advantage and that having a trans woman as a UFC champion would be a socially difficult situation.

The whole issue of unfair advantage is one that many people seem happy to weigh in on, regardless of whether they have any actual medical expertise in the area. But if you’re looking for a place to start, there are some nice summaries of some of the empirical evidence that’s out there having to do with testosterone levels, bone density, muscle mass, etc. And as therapist and trans advocate Katy Koonce pointed out in a recent interview with Fallon Fox, if we’re going to be so concerned with unfair advantages, is it really so clear that a supposed bone structure difference is more of an advantage than having a mother who woke you up with an arm bar every morning?

Anyway.

The point here is that none of us should be putting Rousey on a feminist pedestal. But why should we need to? Thankfully, we are not short on badass women heroes as a society, nor are we short on feminist writing. There’s no need to try and read Rousey as delivering a perfect feminist message, and there seems to be no conflict between celebrating the positive things she brings while being critical of the ways in which her messages still fall short. That’s the thing about intersectionality. Just because someone has faced barriers because of their gender, that doesn’t mean they understand the struggles that others face due to other factors in their lives. Here’s a quote from Fallon Fox now.

I mean [Rousey’s] whole thing is like, “Look at what I did. I was persistent. This is how I got women into the UFC. I didn’t take no for an answer. I never stopped, and I rose to the top, and I convinced Dana because I was persistent.” But when I’m persistent? Yeah, when I’m persistent about transgender women they’re like, “You should just stop. Just go away don’t even try to attempt it.” Now Rousey is doing the gatekeeping.

This is a perfect illustration of the problem that arises when we forget that oppression and discrimination affect different people in different ways – and that those who are subject to discrimination along some lines may nevertheless perpetuate discrimination along other lines. I don’t know why we would expect Rousey to be better informed than Mitrione about what it means to be trans. Sometimes I suspect that people see his ignorance as more excusable or understandable than hers, which doesn’t seem right. Just because one of them has good things to say about the body shaming of athletic women doesn’t mean she would know anything about the other kinds of oppression that are out there in the world. So don’t be surprised that she doesn’t. Be disappointed that more people don’t understand the oppression that trans folks face, and the gender policing that goes on in athletics.

So don’t expect Rousey to be a feminist hero  – or Fallon Fox either, while we’re at it. Expect them to kick ass in the ring. Support Rousey when she says that muscular women are attractive. But definitely also support Fallon Fox when she says that trans women are women, and when she criticizes Rousey for not understanding that, and for standing in the way of trans women’s participation in athletics. But here’s the thing. You too can tell the body shamers and the transmisogynists to fuck off! You don’t have to be a knockout artist to be your own feminist hero. That’s something we can all work towards.

RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL - AUGUST 01:  Ronda Rousey of the United States (red) fights Bethe Correia of Brazi (blue) l in their bantamweight title fight during the UFC 190 Rousey v Correia at HSBC Arena on August 1, 2015 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.  (Photo by Matthew Stockman/Getty Images)
RIO DE JANEIRO, BRAZIL – AUGUST 01: Ronda Rousey of the United States (red) fights Bethe Correia of Brazi (blue) l in their bantamweight title fight during the UFC 190 Rousey v Correia at HSBC Arena on August 1, 2015 in Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. (Photo by Matthew Stockman/Getty Images)

body image · food · Guest Post

Take a Deep Breath and Eat The Cookie: Reflections on Privilege (Guest Post)

cookieI’m in the midst of grading season here at my university. And yesterday, after spending a few too many hours trapped in my office with logic exams, I felt the need to take a walk and get some coffee. And since I was hungry, also a snack. I left the office with pleasant thoughts of the chocolate chip cookies at the library cafe. But, as is expected since I work on a university campus in an outdoorsy city, I happened to walk by several rather thin people on the way there.

Now, normally the mere presence of thin people isn’t enough to dull my cookie-resolve, but somehow this time it was. Long story short, I got a coffee, no cookie. And when I got back to my office, I was vexed enough to post the following status update.

Walked by some thin people and failed to get myself the cookie I wanted. I don’t know what I resent most – the beauty norms, my obvious unwanted susceptibility to them, or the fact that I don’t have a cookie.

Of course I have some wonderful supportive feminist friends, which is a strategy I generally recommend for getting through life. But it wasn’t until I got home afterwards, to walk my wonderful dogs, that I thought more about the experience of writing about something like that online. Because despite the body image issues that I occasionally write about here, I absolutely have thin privilege. And the fact that I can publicly express my insecurities and know that my friends are going to tell me to just eat the damn cookie is a prime example of how that privilege works. And how it can so easily turn us against each other. Because what I (and all of us) should be told, is that eating a cookie is not morally wrong. It doesn’t have to be taken as a sign of weakness. Eating a cookie should only be a sign of wanting, and having access to, a cookie.

I’m not visibly overweight. But what if I was? How would the same post have gone over without my privilege? If I had exactly the same habits and lifestyle, but genetics had made me larger than I am? Would I even have posted anything? Or would I have worried that someone reading those words would think, “Maybe it’s for the best – she doesn’t really need that cookie, anyway.”

Occasionally I see backlash against the concept of thin privilege, pointing out that women of all sizes face judgement and have body image issues. But here’s an example for those of us with privilege, that our privilege even extends to the ways in which we can manifest those issues. We can talk about them and feel relatively confident in the fact that people will reassure us and tell us that of course we’re thin and should have a treat if we want it. But that just reinforces the terrible idea that we need to be a certain size to deserve our food. Because it’s absolutely not true.

And because all of us, when we really want to, should be able to take a deep breath and just eat the cookie.

athletes · Guest Post

My Fight / Your Fight / What’s Walmart’s Fight with Rousey? (Guest Post)

I’ve written about Ronda Rousey a couple of times on this blog (here and here) and so it seemed like a natural thing to write about the controversy surrounding the fact that Walmart has decided not to carry her autobiography My Fight / Your Fight in stores. Contrary to what has been reported in a few places, such as this tragically alliterative piece, the retail chain is carrying her book, but only in for online purchase. It’s reported in Jezebel that the book will even be physically present in the stores’ stock rooms, just not displayed. As for why they’ve chosen to make it one of the millions of items sold online rather than one of the hundred thousand or so items sold in stores… who knows. Apparently their spokesperson will neither confirm nor deny that the content of the book has anything to do with it.

The Page Six report above said that the reason why Walmart wouldn’t carry Rousey’s book is that she’s too violent. Which, naturally, sparked lots of outrage and accusations of double standards, given that their stores carry plenty of books and media with violent content, plus guns and other weapons that one could use to perform, well, actual acts of violence. As well as this Instagram response from Rousey herself.

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So look, we really have no idea what’s behind all this, and I’m pretty curious myself. The fact that the “too violent for Walmart” idea was so easy to believe, and the caginess of Walmart’s spokesperson on the subject makes it a bit of a marketing mystery. Arguably the most dominant athlete currently fighting in the UFC today? Why wouldn’t her autobiography be a huge seller?

Wildly speculative as the initial reason was, it’s a bit of a reminder for many of us of just how tenuous the acceptability of women’s fighting actually is. It makes you wonder whether Rousey’s success is only cool because she’s gorgeous and, well, singular. I agree with Justine Randall’s post about Rousey last year, saying that she can’t be the be all and end all for women in the octagon. This is not only because the sport thrives on real competition, but because no athlete lasts forever. Even though Rousey is (hopefully) many years away from the end of her career, it’s got to end sometime, and subsequent generations of women fighters will need to step in instead. And while I’d had my hopes up for Cat Zingano, it didn’t go that way in the end.

Does anyone in charge of marketing worry that Rousey will set a bad example for young women everywhere and encourage them to strive for a life of violence? Hopefully not, because they already sell plenty of pink guns. But maybe take a few of those pink guns off the shelf and make some room for the book. There can just be one section of one aisle dedicated to bad examples for daughters. Because I really like the thought of little girls seeing Rousey’s book on the shelf in a store, and deciding that’s what they want to be. Especially if one of them grows up to kick Rousey’s butt in the ring.

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Movie Review: The Boxing Girls of Kabul

My boyfriend and I aren’t really sportsball types, so on Super Bowl Sunday, I commandeered the laptop and our Netflix subscription to watch a documentary called “The Boxing Girls of Kabul,” which I didn’t know anything about, but liked from the title alone. The basic premise is that it follows three teenage Afghan girls: Sadaf, Shabnam, and Shahla as they train under their coach Sabir, himself a former competitor who decided to start a training gym for girls’ boxing. The girls, despite inadequate training conditions and extreme social pressures, train diligently and travel to compete internationally. Some of my favourite scenes are of them training together.

My only complaint about this film is that it was only about 53 minutes long, because I completely fell in love with it and its subjects. This is not a Hollywood special that will make you feel as though all the problems have been overcome, or that a great debt of gratitude is owed to the interventions of the West. Nope. Just some scrappy girls who really want to be boxers in a world that really doesn’t want them to be anything.

I really appreciated that the movie didn’t shy away from the immense inequalities that they faced due to their lack of resources and due to their gender. All of them tell very matter-of-fact stories about threats that they received due to their participation in the sport. Shahla talks about being harassed and threatened with kidnapping; Sabir describes an encounter with a man he thinks would have shot him without hesitation had they been alone. The girls cry in frustration and wonder how they can possibly be expected to make something of themselves when they are at such a disadvantage in comparison to girls from other, wealthier, countries. But at other remarkable moments, they acknowledge their great fortune to have families who allow them (for the most part) to go to school and play sports. They talk about other girls they know, from more conservative families, who are not even allowed to leave the house.

Still, this documentary walks a fine line – showing the tremendous courage and determination these girls have, but never portraying them as superhuman, treating them as a kind of oppressed regime version of “inspiration porn,” or seeing them as struggling damsels in distress to be rescued by well-meaning westerners. They don’t need any of that, because they’re amazing just the way they are. Watch it. You’ll love them.

Boxing Girls of Kabul

cycling · Guest Post

A Breakup Letter (Guest Post)

It’s over. There, I said it.

You might call me selfish. That after more than eight years together almost every day, I would move on so easily to find new love elsewhere. That I would leave you when you’re falling apart – when perhaps you need me the most. But I just can’t do it any more. And did we really know what we were doing committing to each other eight years ago? We were both so different then.

So I guess I am selfish. But I’d like to think that this breakup is better for you too. That maybe we were both holding each other back by not supporting each other properly. I know there were times over the past few years when you needed attention and I was busy doing other things, unfairly expecting you to be there for me regardless. After the car accident we were in, I forgot that you might have needs as well, because I was so focused on healing. So it was probably my fault too that I just expected you to be able to pick up where we left off once I was back on my feet.

But today was such a different day without you. And a better day. I’d gotten so used to your scenes, your little tantrums, that I’d forgotten there could be a better life. Did you know that when we met my dad the other week, he privately told me it might be time to move on? After you went inside, he said that he’d heard you coming all the way down the block. Did you even know you were making so much noise?

So today I was with with someone else, and we spent much of the time in peaceful, companionable silence. It was easy. I’d almost forgotten how easy things could be, and how smooth. Boring, you might say. But after the emotional roller coaster of our relationship, maybe boring isn’t such a bad thing.  And no, before you remind me that things won’t be perfect with anybody, let me just say that I realise that. I know that there will still be hard work, and some moments where I will be let down. Maybe even let down hard.

But now I have a taste of what life is like with a partner that’s strong enough to support me. And now that I know, I don’t think I can go back to you ever again. It’s not that I regret our time together. Just that you’re no longer the one I need. I’m sorry.

Goodbye, old Giant. Goodbye.

 

And hello, Rocky Mountain!

The new bike!
The new bike!