Facts of Life

As I wrote yesterday,again a perfect example of the words of the great Guru. Oscar Mayer: "There are buns for every weiner", and in this case, whiner,too.

I am confused by what the lead post is trying to say. Is it trying to say that women making verbal utterances during tennis is in fact just synecdoche for women having a sexual presence on the tennis court? Tennis is certainly not the only forum in which women contribute far more to the noise than men do.
 
The anode-cathode relationship between men and women won't ever change, and I say vive la difference.

No, there's childbirth,for example....or, the afore mentioned whining....and then there is that sound of high heels walking back and forth on the floor which is your ceiling,and the tap,tap,tap, while I check my email(ooops, did I say outloud?!?)

I am reminded of that old TV commercial: "My friends, what IS hamburger?"
 
Eyesters, what IS sexism? Since absolutely no consensual definition applicable to all cultures can be devised, it may exist only as a projection of a sanctimonius, hypocritical guilty few pruporting to speak for all of us.
 
I might be in a minority for liking what Camille Paglia wrote during the nineties about how the sexual adoration of women by men grossly shifted the power balance over to women and away from men. She skewered all the received wisdom on the subject, and I agreed with most of what she wrote.
 
I was once sitting at a sidewalk cafe table near the waterfront in Marseilles. Two or thre tables away was a beautiful, 40-ish brunette, sipping espresso alone, with a decolletage revealing large Anna Nicole Smith-like breasts. A wolf-whistle and testosterone fueled utterance was shouted aloud by a man 3 storeys up who was admiring her. She immediately removed her top and shamelessly showed off her glory. I am sure that sexism wasn't a concept she wasted time on, and that she did not in any way feel like a "victim."

....and,don't forget,as mammals, we are all hardwired to think of the mammaries as sustenance,and if that comes with baggage,I hope they at least match.(the baggage,that is)

Maybe the sex people are just taking a page from the race people's book, where lately we are told NOT to be color blind, but "to celebrate our differences".  It would seem obvious ( since I don't watch much tennis) that  a large component of getting people to watch an athletic performance / competition would be having performer /athetes who are attractive to the eye.  Surely someone will be offended if I call tennis "dancing with balls" but then, what exactly is the difference when you compare the useful output for sociaty?  Isn't "athletic ability" another name for physical grace?          Watching just about anything, with the exception of C Span, I suppose, comes down to the same thing: whether it's cars or horses running around in a flattened circle or clowns jumping out of cars, or skinny people running through the streets of Boston, or people attacking Jerry Springer with chairs, the onbly things we get from it are distraction and a chance to bet.  Anybody who has watched Bob Newhart with a pitcher nearby (hi, Bob ) knows you can diverge a little from the original intended purpose, but it's still pretty much Punch -N- Judy.  Who is going to say that they have actually learned something from either the Williams sisters OR Billie Jean King  or John McEnroe, for that matter?  To paraphrase Jan Brady, Mazloh, Mazloh, Mazloh!

Of course!  Sex sells everything.  My only problem with the post is that it's limited to women and their gutteral sounds......what about men and their "adjustments", spitting, chest bumping? 

Okay, how about MASLOW?        http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maslow%27s_hierarchy_of_needs   I would suggest  that much of society is so far up the pyramid, they are dancing on the tip of it. 

Wait, let me get this straight...
We're innately sexist, in that men and women appreciate each others' appearance and sexuality on a primal level?
Men LIKE breasts? Women enjoy men's appreciation, and sometimes even SEEK it with clothing, makeup, and mannerisms designed to attract?
A noisy, sweating, exertional and attractive woman is a sure draw in sports?
 
STOP THE PRESSES!
 
John Peterman, you are so transparent. You titillating devil, you.
Did you think I wear my spectator stilettoes because they're COMFORTABLE? No. I call all my high heels 'restaurant shoes', because they're just good from the house to the limo, limo to restaurant table, back to limo, and thence to bed. Sometimes I take them off, sometimes I don't. How's THAT for titillation?
Noisy? I got your noise right here, honey. When he's doing it right, I want him to KNOW. Moaning, scratching, and writhing usually gets the point across: yes, THERE, right THERE, and DON'T STOP!
 
I couldn't care less about football, but I'm fascinated by the tight ends...
 
Well, off to turn down the AC, it's getting decidedly warmer in here this morning.
 
I hope I've contributed some food for thought. Have a great day

depends, and probably most will eventually need em, on who is doing what, and what frame of mind, of those watching the doing, are in, as to whether sexy part i c in pants.  it doesn't make one bit of difference as to how the world turns.  then again, i haven't had much coffee today, just a sip, so far........now i do like to watch a skilled fly fisherman battle with a itsy bitsy fish, from time to time, and if he's not hard on the eye's...who am i to turn away from such a sight?

I think Peterman nailed this one. I'm watching the Venus Williams match as we speak and she is wearing a skin tight outfit. Looks quite lovely, I might add.  And the shrieking is getting out of hand...only from certain gals. Maria Sharapova is practically unwatchable because of it. As far as Men's habits (the little darlings) not here, I think the involuntary adjusting and spitting doesn't belong in this discussion.  This was about broads, and Stich's and the BBC's comments...and I'm a broad myself.

Aha..... the oldest trick in the book and it works every single time.  Nuff said. As far as the primal grunting noises/screams in tennis, I think that's the only thing keeping the crowd and the judges awake. Otherwise it's just back and forth, back and forth......zzzzzzz

Gotta love a sport where they score a zreo as "love".

Speaking of high maintenance, curvy, and loud :  http://www.nytimes.com/2009/06/28/automobiles/collectibles/28FIAT.html?hp

p.l....right on!!!! interesting sport,  if i'm physically there, but as a t.v. sport....yawn.....i think to be the physical participant of anything is loudly and soundly much more interesting...for this female anywho, than watching via portal.....with the exception of boxing.....i love to watch a good fight...the sweat, the manuivering, the dance of it...

 Perhaps professional Bowling could learn a few lessons from tennis. Don't get me wrong, I do appreciate the classic bowling shirts......
 
but then....... 

just imagine the impact if golfers emitted a primal scream every time they teed off....with the crowd yelling "Charge" instead of politely clapping...... now they all just dress kinda funny, wearing polo shirts of all things...

.....which of course leads me to imagine playing golf on horseback with polo clubs, but then the caddies couldn't keep up unless they were in really good shape, but if they were in that good of shape, the crowd would be more interested in the caddies than the golfers...... but then it would probably boil down to what the golfers or caddies were wearing .........

Peace out... my work is done here. Time to go visit the Hammock Car on Thesepia train. I betcha didn't know it had one of those......

And miss the Serena Williams match, Peter?

Man, I miss the bygone days of ugly and talented...and quiet.  I blame Monica Seles for the grunting.  I blame that russian chick who was dating that latin pop star for the sex appeal trend.  Then womens skirts get shorter but the men's shorts get longer, what's up with that?

I never really noticed all the grunting during tennis.  Probably because I don't think I've ever watched tennis.  So, I'm going to skip all of that.
 
I have a few suspicions about women and how they dress, even day to day.  You can't tell me that a low cut shirt or a pair of jeans that require a shoehorn to get into aren't meant to draw the eye.  (Although, I have to say, some of those jeans look damned uncomfortable).  And show me a woman who doesn't know just how much cleavage she is showing when she bends over.  I think she is standing over there next to the honest politician.
 
Case in point.  Almost every day, I wander (or bike) down to the local tea-shop for something to drink, free wireless, and a quiet place to write.  There is a young lady who works behind the counter.  Every day during the summer, she wears a nice (often secondhand) dress.  During winter, she puts a pair of jeans under the dress, but that's a whole different issue.  Anyway, she knows that much of her job means bending over behind the counter.  She also knows that those seated at the counter are taller than she is.  I wouldn't call her dresses overly low cut, but when she bends over, everything that can be seen, is seen.
 
I know she isn't working for tips.  I know she isn't flirting.  And while I do look, I look respectfully.  I don't stare, drool, or whistle.  I'm sure she knows I peek.  It is innocent, it is fun, and while I hope she doesn't feel the need for my approval, maybe it makes her feel good that I (and others) do check her out. 
 
On the other hand . . . would it be wrong of me to issue a statement to all my female students that they have to wear high-waisted pants and loose turtlenecks to my classes?  I once had a class of 23 that only had 2 male students.  To this day, I have no idea what I taught in there.  I write it off to the fact that I was 25 at the time, and they were all 18-19, so the age gap wasn't as broad as it is now. 

I shot an arrow into the air...no, wait. I wrote a letter to a very special person, and then I thought HEY, this would fit right in at the Eye, maybe, with a bit of tweaking, so here it is...

Last night, after jonesing all day for a doggie style (Dinner, right? What COULD you be thinking?), I wolfed down TWO turkey dogs with Maille Dijon and Tree of Life dill relish (no weird stuff, just cukes and spices and the right ingredients) and a pile of chips and raw carrots and some salad (gobble, woof) after a ferocious day at work and replacing my entire lawn mowing rig. I use a Black and Decker electric mower, and after my THIRD one went all spraddle-legged (admittedly, it's been like ten years, and these plastic toys aren't really designed for the workout I give them), I went with this other brand I can't remember the name of at Lowe's. New 100-ft power cord, all waiting for me this evening. I work these puppies hard-this is my cardio in the summer. The Eye today, about sweaty noisy women? You should see me do the yard, baby.
In the same vein, I wore my Daisy Dukes and a tight black tee to shop, and had no shortage of Mr. Lowe's boys orbiting to help. Most gratifying for this old lady...

If you like to see a woman eat like a dock worker, come on over. I mean, I am dainty as anything about it, but she do like her food. Actually I eat like a horse-a well-mannered filly, but that reminds me of a book I read a while back, where the guy mentions that he enjoys seeing a woman eat instead of push a bit of salad around. I think it was one of Lee Child's Jack Reacher novels, which my last mother-in-law introduced me to. Why these are not movies now I cannot fathom, as this ex-screenwriter clearly wrote them cinematically, and they are far better than the Bourne books. I've read them all, and if you read them in order, they're even more satisfying, although each book can stand alone. If you like action mystery, there you are. What a digression!

This hummingbird is off to flit through her daily rounds. I hope everyone's day is exciting and fulfilling. (Have enjoyed your posts tremendously too, as always. Jeez, I am all over the map today, scattered...) Hmm, I have to wonder what I dreamt about last night?

Can I help you find anything, Ms. Olivia?
 
I think I might actually have the answer to your Lee Child question: One of my students last semester worked with one or two of Child's books, and I think she found out (althought I might be wrong, we covered nearly 30 authors) that Child has refused to sell the movie rights to his books.

Nachista,

This is entirely your fault!

Your question "Then women's skirts get shorter but the men's shorts get longer, what's up with that?" teed the ball up for me and I just had to hit it.

"What's up with that" is the answer. The men's shorts had to be let out and made longer in an attempt to hide their response to the women's skirts becoming shorter. This is especially true for mixed-doubles matches.

"Any more questions from the audience?" asks Peter Lake as the hook comes out and abruptly pulls him off the stage.

I agree with Nachista. I do remeber when Monica was stabbed because the guy hated her grunting..

When I was dating the golfer, he introduced me to Monica, one of my heros. I remember it very clearly, as I, from nervousness, greeted her with a hug that included a rapt pat on the mid back. She stiffened, understandably.

I don't mind any of it. Put the hot girls in the close courts if it fills seats. Ultimately, it does come down to talent to take home the prize. Anything else is just marketing and sales. That's fine.

And I'm a grunter. Actually, I scream on my first server, nothing on the second, grunt on my backhand and inhale sharply on my forehand. Dunno why.

And I think any dude who finds a sweaty, half-nekkid woman, running around and making primal noises "unsexy," must be either a) also the type of dude who likes his bed partner fully clothed in flannel during intimacy, or b) British.

Cough.

What up, Eyesters? You know I had to pop in for sex and tennis.

And about damn TIME too, Missy! Next we'll have to talk about movies (I made a stab at it earlier-ouch, no pun intended, Monica) to get DPR to show...
 
Michael-What did you have in mind, helping me to find? Thanks for being so kind. Didn't see that at first, was temporarily blind...
Oh well, back to the grind.

Tennis is a good walk spoiled. Uh uh, no, that's wrong. Golf is a good walk spoiled. Tennis is .... tennis is....tennis...  It's better than bowling, that's what it is. 

OF  course  sex  is  fun!   Fun  to  fantasize,  fun  to  plan,  fun  to  foreplay,  and  fun  to  do.  A  cynic  once  told  me  that  god  made  sex  so  interesting  and  fun,   since  raising  kids  is  so  very  tiring,  expensive,  scientifically  inexact,  &  frustrating  that  without   hormones  overriding   logic  the  human  population  would  soon  become  extinct.

An off-topic, but not necessarily non sequitar:  what is wrong with that South Carolina governor, Sanford?,  I mean sex has sure got him messed up, I think he's suffering from dementia or something similar.  He is WAY too old for this kind of testosterone driven tongue lolling puppy love stuff that he's going on and on and on about in the media.  Too much information, Gov.  Way too much. But before I could avoid looking at the headline this afternoon, before I could avert my eyes when I saw his photo, I read that Governor Sanford says his Argentine lover is his soul mate, but he's going to work on falling back in love with his wife. In South Carolina, is ridding oneself of one's spouse in a permanent kind of way (Chicago style, say) -- is it legal?  in a case like this when he becomes a total public moron day after day, surely Southern womanhood (in this case his wife) is allowed to make this jackarse gone forever from this earth, by a method of her choosing, long and painful as it may be...? I mean holy moly don't do me any favors buddy and work at trying to fall back in love with me.   What a maroon!!! And now back to tennis.  Score is love -30 and it's Mrs. Governor Sanford's serve, and then it's game.  And set. And match.
  

Gee... tennis... where folks bat a little furry ball back and forth over a net... a strange scoring system... arguments about grass versus clay.... rich folks paying ungodly amount of money to watch the folks batting the ball back and forth... lots of lines drawn on the ground.... a guy sitting on a lifeguard chair looking down the length of the net.... 

And some how it all shifted to sex?  I think I lost the thread.... I always thought sex was a lot different than tennis... maybe I've been doing it wrong all these years....  

How do you pick up babes at a tennis match, anyway?

Park-Great rant, dear! I love it! AND, those very thoughts were in my head this morning when I (also inadvertently) read this moron's latest public stupidity.
She should be granted any means of publicly ridding us of this total fool.

'High viewing figures' make the world of television go round! If the hot women bring the audience, broadcasters must simply follow the money. That, is how life is.

Gentle Ladies and Men,

Allow me if you will, to play devils advocate for a minute. Studies have shown that men think about sex often....some research indicates every 52 seconds, especially in the twenty to thirty year old group. Women think about sex too, although less often, but still several times a day.

I therefore submit to you, that almost ANY activity can be sexy. The spectators are hard-wired... thinking about sex often.

It's baseball season now. What red-blooded woman does not adore a man in a baseball uniform? Personally, I've never seen polyester double-knit pants look so attractive. I can understand how tennis outfits on women would "work" for men. Men and women "work" for each other. Isn't it marvelous?

My point is ANY activity can be sexy. In any given minute. Tennis (no exception), Baseball, Beach Volleyball, Surfing...Mark, from the corner donut shop faxing his business plan to his accountant, on my fax machine --is sexy. (the name has been changed to protect the proprietor) It's ALL a wonderfully spark inducing...fact of life.

We've talked about sex and sports, and only Penn remembers to bring up Beach Volleyball?  Where else are we going to find a sport where the official uniform is a bikini?

If I still got out and played tennis I'd probably grunt now.  I started losing any physical ability and coordination I had around 25, now that I've turned 30 I'm a afraid to try it in case I lost any shred of dignity I had left.

PeterLake...tsk, tsk, naughty devil!

Olivia:  thanks...and that guy's still talking.  All day today, he's divulging more and more details about more and more love affairs.  I can't understand why he doesn't just shut up.  I'm sure his wife would agree...lordy!