Religion Ruins Women's Volleyball

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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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