A guy called Howard Bryant (apparently a columnist at the Guardian, despite the fact that he can’t write) has lofty disdain for women who don’t want men replacing them.
Invoking a wounded innocence that their desire for sports to be simple, just like they used to be, conservatives for a decade and a half have dreaded the word “politics”. Now they cannot get enough.
Wut? The first clause of the first sentence doesn’t even make sense.
Never mind; he moves on to Sophie Cunningham.
Largely anonymous politically or otherwise during her eight-year career, Cunningham – she of the viral finger-point which has been adopted as a symbol of the white animosity toward the WNBA culture – is in her moment. Her comments in a lengthy 21 July ESPN profile stating her opposition to transgender athletes has earned her hero status of the specious “Protect Our Girls” movement, even though you’d need a microscope to find any critical mass of transgender women participating in sports at any level.
Excuse me? Why does it have to be a critical mass? Why isn’t one enough to object to? We don’t nod cheerfully if just a few people cheat in sports or elsewhere, so why should women nod cheerfully if less than a critical mass of men take women’s places in sports?
If a burglar dropped in at Howard Bryant’s house and took only some of the silver, a few books and paintings and bottles of wine, would he shrug and move on with his day? And what does a purported “white animosity toward the WNBA culture” have to do with anything? Just say you hate mouthy women, Mr Bryant; it will save us all a lot of time.