The ASG Draft and the Only Women in Sight

Last night was the All-Star Game "Fantasy" Draft (quotes mine because why fantasy if it's actually happening??). It was well done--I thought it'd be entertaining for the awkward factor, but it ended up being entertaining for what it was. The only problem was that, much like the real draft, the later rounds were pretty dull. Unless you're a fan of Matt Duchene and/or Phil Kessel--who took his last-one-picked pretty well. Though the car certainly helped!

However, it wasn't all wonderful. The part that really got to me was the two thin white conventionally pretty women in tiny little dresses who handed the jerseys to the players and took the guys' jackets away.



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I AM SO SICK OF THE LEAGUE TREATING WOMEN LIKE PRETTY LITTLE OBJECTS. Women are so invisible in the league--I know this. I talk about it all the time. We created this space because of it. The main/only place women are ever seen around the sport, on broadcasts or on the ice, is as mute, conventionally pretty, scantily clad, OBJECTS.

I am even more sick of the way it makes fans be all “OHHHH BET *INSERT POPULAR PLAYER HERE* GOT THAT CHICK’S PHONE NUMBER/TAPPED THAT ASS” and/or “What a skank/ho/whore/bitch, get away from *insert favorite player here*/eat a cheeseburger/put on some clothes/learn something about hockey.” Grow up, fans.

And grow up, NHL. I have such high hopes that someday they'll stop disappointing me like this. Eternal optimist, I am.