When competing against a restricted group of humans, it matters. If Phelps was competing against only women, there would be a lot of problems with that.
When competing against a restricted group of humans, it matters. If Phelps was competing against only women, there would be a lot of problems with that.
“She was born a woman, has lived her life as a women, and has never opted for any hormone altering treatments to boost her testosterone.”
Michael Phelps’s “freakish, weird, and utterly absurd looking body” would not have been allowed if he tried to swim in a “6 ft and under” league.
This is *without question* the most fair way to do this. I am flabbergasted by people thinking she is somehow getting persecuted here. If she was competing against literally everyone, of course there wouldn’t be a problem, but she’s not. She is competing in a restricted division (women’s) with hormone levels that do…
So a quick question that needs to be answered. Why do we segregate sports by sex? If you don’t understand why we do this, then I don’t think anyone should have an opinion on whether or not or even how Caster Semenya, or people like Semenya compete in sports.
As ever in these articles, it seems relevant to mention that Semenya has testes.
THIS is the 2000 Toyota Avalon. That’s right, today I’ll be reviewing a 19-year old large Toyota sedan from the middle of the Boring Era. It’s just like the one your grandparents probably traded in last year. Just kidding - they’re probably still driving it!
I can’t be the only one who’s convinced that that is 20 year old cling film on the display, and I’m triggered that no one has peeled it off yet.
Pause sure, but clearly didn’t look well enough. Again, all fault to the truck, but how do you miss that tractor?
I mean, trucks at fault, no question. But bro... look before you turn...ALWAYS.
The interview amounts to an all-you-can-eat buffet of batshit things that old white men with power and money say.
If you haven’t already, go read Pattern Recognition by William Gibson.
In William Gibson’s book “Pattern Recognition,” the main character has a deep-seated, visceral reaction of fear/disgust when seeing the Michelin Man. Now that I’ve seen the older costumes, it makes much more sense.
You remember that Sunday morning, two months after dad left, you wake up and notice mom’s hair is seriously mussed, and then you walk into the kitchen and dad is making eggs like the past eight weeks never happened . . .
Shoes are thrown because the feet are considered dirty and gross in that region, and therefore insulting to the target.
Pardon me, but do you have any yellow mustard?
If you were a writer, would you have voted for him? If the answer is yes, then which writer do you volunteer to take a bullet and vote no to uphold your purity test?