I know what you’re thinking: they’re not going to
start their first blog article off about religion—are they? That’s a sure fire way of losing readers
right there. Well my friends, we sure
are…because that’s how we roll. Both
feet into the fire…if you don’t like it, there are plenty of more blogs out
there for you to traverse.
Now
on with the show:
All I want to say
is—Really? I mean, come on—Really? If you don’t know, the attire for Women’s
Olympic Volleyball has been bikinis, since its inception. Now, in light of not upsetting some religious
groups, the rule—if you didn’t catch that, THE RULE—has been changed. The Olympic pusses over in London this year,
feel as though allowing shirts, really obnoxiously long shorts, or anything of
like, needs to be the new attire.
Why? You ask.
Well, because Women’s Volleyball now has to cater to all beliefs. I have to say it again: Really?
Now
before you go all sexist on me; let me explain my point of view. Of course I’m upset at the fact: I won’t be
able to watch bikini babes play volleyball in the sand. I’m a man first, but don’t hold that against
me. And let’s not pretend women wouldn’t
want to watch the men play in speedos, if they had their wishes. But also I have to ask a question: Where does it end? What if certain religious groups decide that
balls in baseball can’t be held against a batter anymore? I know that’s far-fetched, but maybe not so
far off. So what’s the MLB association
supposed to do, pull the ability to walk a batter out of the game?
The
second problem with this new rule is: viewers will drop if women do decide to
wear men’s shorts with oversized t-shirts.
How many men really watch women’s beach volleyball for the skill
involved? There’s probably some, but the
majority has other reasons. So ratings
in this department will fall, like a suicide from a third story window.
If
there is a game I want to join, but don’t like the rules, I don’t bitch and
moan to get them to change it. I just
don’t play. Plain and simple. Or I start my own game with my own
rules. I guarantee you, if you have two
women’s volleyball games on at the same time, and the first one has women
running around in parkas, and the second in bikinis; the latter will have almost
all the ratings, every time. Every man
I’ve spoken too says the same thing, “If they’re not in bikinis, why am I
watching?” Exactly.
Political
correctness is choking this world and transforming it, into a mixed puddle of
crap. Do you know what happens when you
try to mix a lot of pure colors together?
They become muddy: ugly and unusable.
The same thing happens when you try to cater to every walk of life, in
any medium: People get turned off.
Recently, political correctness has seeped into video games—a medium I
thought was still untouchable—and it’s starting to choke the life and art out
of them. If you create something—movie,
book, illustration, videogame, sport, whatever—and then attempt to please
everybody, you’ll never create anything.
Let’s
face facts: there’s always that one person that doesn’t like what you
like. We come from a world of diversity. And because of this diversity, no matter how
big or small the group, not everyone will agree. Voicing your opinion is fine—in fact, that’s
what I’m doing right now—and having the ability to voice your opinion is called
freedom. But don’t try to change the
rules.
I
don’t like basketball, but you don’t see me running around saying they should
only use their feet. No, I just don’t
watch it. You know why—because we all
have a choice in this world, and I choose to watch something else. We don’t
have to destroy other people’s creations to make ourselves feel better. That’s just selfish. That’s why we’re at the top of the food
chain. If you don’t like something, than
make something better. That’s what
creates competition and improvement.
It
really upsets me that if women’s volleyball players come out donned in thug attire,
I’m sorry…but I’ll be tuning out. You might
say: So what, you’re one person, who
cares about you? But the thing is:
political correctness is like a snowball rolling down from the top of a
mountain, sooner or later, it’ll be so big…it’ll crush your fun too. It may make me upset today, but it could come
after you tomorrow.
Sincerely,
Defeated and Ashamed.
UPDATE: USA’s
girls, Misty May and Kerri Walsh came out last night in under-armor shirts with
bikini bottoms. Now, if you can only
have 1 out of 2, most men would agree that’s the half to have. So, if they continue with said outfit for the
duration of their run to gold, then I’ll be behind them the entire way.
On a sad note: Australia’s girls came out with
under-armor shirts and long pants—terrible—but, to make matters worse, they
actually placed sport bras on top of the shirts—I’m shaking my head in shame as
I type this.
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