Trigger Warnings: Discussion of comments referencing rape and paedophilia.
I'm a UFC fan. I'm also a feminist. I also like Jameson whisky, pandas and getting tattooed. None of that is relevant to what I'm about to blog about, but some people get scared off by the words UFC or feminist, so I figured I'd throw in some random facts. Besides, who doesn't love pandas?
Recently, there has been a lot of discussion about comments three UFC fighters have made, two on Twitter, one at a Press Conference promoting UFC 140. The two on Twitter involved rape, the one at the Press Conference involved paedophilia.
The first comment came from Forrest Griffin on Twitter: "Rape is the new missionary". Not funny at all. The thing is, it wasn't supposed to be a joke. Forrest made that comment after seeing the amount of high profile rape cases in the media. Was it a stupid comment? Oh hell yes. Was it insensitive? Yes. Should he have tweeted it? No. Not at all. Since then, he toured a Rape Crisis Centre, apologised and made a donation to the Rape Crisis Centre. I am in no way excusing what Forrest said. It was a stupid comment. But it wasn't meant to be a joke.
The second comment came from Rashad Evans at the UFC 140 Press Conference: “I'm gonna put these hands on you worse than that dude did to them other kids at Penn State”. Again, not funny at all. Not even good trash talk, if I'm honest. Abuse jokes? Not funny. Referencing rape of children while trash talking the dude you want to beat up? Not funny. Also a little weird. Rashad has not been fined, suspended, or fired. Dana White said this in response to Rashad's comments: "You know, he said something stupid. It's probably one of the dumbest things you could say. He gets it, and he knows it was a stupid thing to say" Is that enough? In my opinion, probably not. If you want to make topical references at a Press Conference, there are less offensive things to say. Considering Rashad is a father, it baffles me that he thinks it's ok to reference child rape while trash talking at a Press Conference. While Dana's comments are decent, it's not his job to apologise for his fighter's dumbass comments. They're grown men. They should man up and realise when they've done something wrong.
The third comment came from Miguel Torres on Twitter: “If a rape van was called a surprise van more women wouldn’t mind going for rides in them. Everyone like surprises.”. Not funny. So not funny I can't even express it. He's since offered the explanation that it's a quote from It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia. Still not ok. Rape jokes are not funny. They're not funny on television, they're not funny when you're quoting them on Twitter. There's a basic rule of comedy: if you have to explain why something is funny, it's not funny. Dana White's response was to fire him immediately and say this: “It’s to the point now where, there’s going be times when things happen and mistakes are made. I cannot defend Miguel Torres. I cannot defend what he said. What he said makes no sense other than when he says, “It was a joke.” Well, I don’t think that’s a funny joke. I think it’s disturbing.” It's for this I congratulate Dana.
Unlike Forrest's comment (ill-judged attempt at social commentary) and Rashad's comment (inappropriate trash talking), Miguel's comment was meant to be a joke. He was watching a TV show and found that particular line funny enough that he wanted to tweet it. That's just disgusting. Rape jokes are not funny. Rape jokes are not funny on the television, rape jokes are not funny on twitter. Rape jokes are never funny.
I know that I come at this differently because I am a woman. Men, who make up the majority of UFC's audience, do not have to deal with rape in the same way that women do. Men don't have to worry if what they're wearing will make people think they were "asking for it". Men don't have to worry if they drink too much they'll be sexually attacked. Men don't have to worry that they could be walking down the road at night and suddenly get sexually attacked by a stranger. Women have to worry about that, all the time. We are told how to act, what to wear, how much to drink, not to walk down dark streets, not to get into cabs, not to lead men on but men are never told not to rape. They're never told; don't commit rape.
This is the culture women have to live in. This is the culture in which rape jokes exist. This is the culture where people are defending Miguel Torres for what he said.
Earlier this year I was attacked while walking home. I wasn't raped, but I was groped by drunk men. Rape jokes contribute to the culture that makes those men think their actions were acceptable.
I've been told on Twitter that "fans like me are going to ruin UFC". I genuinely find it funny. I've been a UFC fan for years, before it started gaining the mainstream attention it has now, before it was 'cool' for women to like it. I was one of a handful of women at the UFC Expo in London last year. I don't say this to make me sound like a special snowflake, I just say it to make you all understand that I love this sport. It gives me a rush of excitement like no other. I want to be able to enjoy UFC without having to deal with rape jokes from fighters. I want UFC to become a shining example worldwide of MMA with a decent reputation. I don't want to have to defend my love of the sport as a woman because some fighters and fans cannot wrap their head around why rape jokes are not funny.
xo
Friday 9 December 2011
Wednesday 12 October 2011
011.
I am a carer who receives Carer's Allowance every week. My father has Multiple Sclerosis and is effectively housebound because of this.
Before the General Election last year, Yours Magazine approached the three main parties and asked them about their plans for Carers. Yvette Cooper, who at the time was Secretary of State For Work and Pensions in a Labour Government, came out with this statement "Carers Allowance has been a form of income replacement for people who cannot work full time because of caring responsibilities".
Carer's Allowance at the moment is £55.55 a week. In 2010 it was less than that. In addition to that, Carers who receive CA are not allowed to earn more than £100 a week without losing their CA. That brings us to a total of £155.55 possible earnings a week that I am entitled to. The IFS recently published figures showing the poverty line in this country. As a single adult with no children, the poverty line is £165 per week. I technically live below the poverty line.
These are some things you should know:
Carer's UK has a Care Calculator on their webpage to calculate how much Carers save this country. Again, calculated at the minimum amount of hours (5 hours a day, 7 days a week = 35 hours) a Carer saves this country £32,850 a year. That is £29,962 more than what I get in CA a year.
Remember, that is at the minimum level of care a carer must provide to claim CA. Many carers work for long hours that exhaust them both physically and emotionally with no respite. The money they save this country could very well register in the hundreds of thousands. All the while they get £55.55 a week.
To be blunt, I hope these statistics shock you. I hope they make you feel repulsed. I hope they make you feel sick.
Carers are constantly told how wonderful we are. How fabulous and warm hearted we must be for taking on these duties. Yet, as soon as we want something other than empty praise, we're ignored. We're told that there's no money for help. We're told that respite care budgets will be slashed. We're told that Taxicab trips for the people we care for will be cut. We're told that, actually, everything would be better if we just took our praise and shut up about needing anything more than that.
No. Without us, this country would be even more in the gutter than it already is. I once idly suggested that carers should take the whole of Carer's Week off. We should leave the people we care for at our local hospitals, go on holiday and see how long this country could cope with the extra demands.
It wouldn't cope. Carer's UK commissioned research to show the economic value of carers. In 2009-10, the annual cost of the NHS was £98.8 billion. The economic value of carers? £119 billion. If this country didn't have us, it would be bankrupt.
I am privileged amongst carers because I have the time to write about this. I have the time to kick up a fuss, to try to educate people about what it is we as a group do for this country with no appreciation. I know that somewhere in the UK right now there are parents not sleeping because they're looking after a child with Cystic Fibrosis. There's an elderly husband watching over his wife because she has Alzheimers. There are children younger than me, who cannot claim CA, awake wondering if they'll get bullied at school tomorrow because they haven't had time to wash their hair. Because they're looking after a parent who, for whatever reason, needs their help.
This is not about me. This is about them. It's about every single carer in this country being under-appreciated, not being helped, not being paid enough and feeling abandoned because of it. This is unacceptable. You should help us.
Carers UK has a donation page
Barnardos helps young carers and offers a range of 'real gifts' some of which are specifically for young carers, such as days out and money management courses.
xo
Before the General Election last year, Yours Magazine approached the three main parties and asked them about their plans for Carers. Yvette Cooper, who at the time was Secretary of State For Work and Pensions in a Labour Government, came out with this statement "Carers Allowance has been a form of income replacement for people who cannot work full time because of caring responsibilities".
Carer's Allowance at the moment is £55.55 a week. In 2010 it was less than that. In addition to that, Carers who receive CA are not allowed to earn more than £100 a week without losing their CA. That brings us to a total of £155.55 possible earnings a week that I am entitled to. The IFS recently published figures showing the poverty line in this country. As a single adult with no children, the poverty line is £165 per week. I technically live below the poverty line.
These are some things you should know:
- CA is NOT a means tested benefit. Yet there are restrictions on how much I am allowed to earn while receiving it.
- While my father has MS, he is not as bad as he could be. I do not have to lift him, I do not have to feed him. I am able to live my own life to some degree.
- There are people who care for others who are in far worse condition than my father is. They are under the same restrictions as I am with regards to earnings.
Carer's UK has a Care Calculator on their webpage to calculate how much Carers save this country. Again, calculated at the minimum amount of hours (5 hours a day, 7 days a week = 35 hours) a Carer saves this country £32,850 a year. That is £29,962 more than what I get in CA a year.
Remember, that is at the minimum level of care a carer must provide to claim CA. Many carers work for long hours that exhaust them both physically and emotionally with no respite. The money they save this country could very well register in the hundreds of thousands. All the while they get £55.55 a week.
To be blunt, I hope these statistics shock you. I hope they make you feel repulsed. I hope they make you feel sick.
Carers are constantly told how wonderful we are. How fabulous and warm hearted we must be for taking on these duties. Yet, as soon as we want something other than empty praise, we're ignored. We're told that there's no money for help. We're told that respite care budgets will be slashed. We're told that Taxicab trips for the people we care for will be cut. We're told that, actually, everything would be better if we just took our praise and shut up about needing anything more than that.
No. Without us, this country would be even more in the gutter than it already is. I once idly suggested that carers should take the whole of Carer's Week off. We should leave the people we care for at our local hospitals, go on holiday and see how long this country could cope with the extra demands.
It wouldn't cope. Carer's UK commissioned research to show the economic value of carers. In 2009-10, the annual cost of the NHS was £98.8 billion. The economic value of carers? £119 billion. If this country didn't have us, it would be bankrupt.
I am privileged amongst carers because I have the time to write about this. I have the time to kick up a fuss, to try to educate people about what it is we as a group do for this country with no appreciation. I know that somewhere in the UK right now there are parents not sleeping because they're looking after a child with Cystic Fibrosis. There's an elderly husband watching over his wife because she has Alzheimers. There are children younger than me, who cannot claim CA, awake wondering if they'll get bullied at school tomorrow because they haven't had time to wash their hair. Because they're looking after a parent who, for whatever reason, needs their help.
This is not about me. This is about them. It's about every single carer in this country being under-appreciated, not being helped, not being paid enough and feeling abandoned because of it. This is unacceptable. You should help us.
Carers UK has a donation page
Barnardos helps young carers and offers a range of 'real gifts' some of which are specifically for young carers, such as days out and money management courses.
xo
Wednesday 28 September 2011
010.
I've been lucky in that I've always had wonderful men in my life. From the time I was born, I've never known anything other than being treated like a star and, as I've grown up, I've appreciated that treatment more and more. Not everyone gets this in their life, I consider it a blessing and think you should always be thankful for your blessings. These are the things they've taught me, from the silly to the serious, my life would be less without them.
From my Dad
xo
From my Dad
- The importance of being there as a parent. If I ever have kids, I've learnt how to be a parent through him. Love, patience and the importance of saying no.
- How to love music. From classic rock & roll to blues guitarists to random folk music from around the world, I learnt it via my Dad's record player.
- How to fix a blown fuse.
- To love wrestling as a form of entertainment, escape and art. This is his legacy. I'll be 80 years old and watching two dudes in spandex battle each other.
- Kindness and generosity.
- The importance of knowledge. Not being intelligent, but just knowing stuff. He knew such random things and I vividly remember New Years Eve parties when he would hold court in the front room with many people hooked on his words.
- That nothing would ever be more important than my self respect.
- The importance of knowing who you are underneath any masks you may wear.
- That family is not based on blood, but on who is there for you on your darkest days.
- How to hit a beer bottle with stolen golf clubs off the top of a hotel roof without it smashing.
- That sometimes sobriety is the most adult decision you can make for yourself.
- To always laugh.
- If you have glitter, eyeliner and fishnets, you can get away with anything.
- To love Jameson
- That it's not advisable to live on Jameson
- To believe in yourself and your abilities even when the world is battling against you.
- Not to lose my sparkle.
- That figuring out who I'm not is just as important as figuring out who I am.
- To live, not just exist.
xo
Tuesday 6 September 2011
009.
It's time for a long overdue update of the Books I've Read This Year list!
The italics show the list from last time.
xo
The italics show the list from last time.
- My Appetite For Destruction - Steven Adler
- Assholes Finish First - Tucker Max*
- Notting Hell - Rachael Johnson
- Strip City - Lily Burana*
- Kill Your Friends - John Niven
- Bye Bye Baby - Caroline Sullivan*
- Tattoos and Tequila - Vince Neil
- No Angel - Jay Dobyns
- Assholes Finish First - Tucker Max*
- Rachel's Holiday - Marian Keyes*
- Lucy Sullivan Is Getting Married - Marian Keyes*
- Dirty Cash - David Southwell
- A Lion's Tale - Chris Jericho*
- Undisputed - Chris Jericho
- Got Fight? - Forrest Griffin*
- CSI: Skin Deep - Jerome Presler*
- CSI: Brass In Pocket - Jeff Marriotte*
- Can You Keep A Secret? - Sophie Kinsella*
- CSI: Blood Quantum - Jeff Marriotte*
- The Godfather - Mario Puzo*
- Glamorama - Bret Easton Ellis
- Palo Alto - James Franco
- CSI NY: Four Walls - Keith R A DeCandido*
- CSI: Double Dealer - Max Allan Collins*
- CSI: Sin City - Max Allan Collins*
- CSI: Body Of Evidence - Max Allan Collins*
- CSI: Cold Burn - Max Allan Collins*
- Sweet Valley Confidential - Francine Pascal
- CSI: Grave Matters - Max Allan Collins*
- Let's Spend The Night Together - Pamela Des Barres*
- The Devil Wears Prada - Lauren Weisberger*
- Criminal Minds: Jump Cut - Max Allan Collins*
- Criminal Minds: Killer Profile - Max Allan Collins*
- CSI: Binding Ties - Max Allan Collins*
- CSI: Snake Eyes - Max Allan Collins*
- CSI: Killing Game - Max Allan Collins*
- CSI: Headhunter - Greg Cox*
- CSI: The Killing Jar - Donn Cortez*
- Criminal Minds: Finishing School - Max Allan Collins*
- Kill Your Friends - John Niven*
- I Heart New York - Lindsey Kelk*
- CSI Miami: Right To Die - Jeff Mariotte*
- CSI Miami: Misgivings - Donn Cortez*
- CSI Miami: Riptide - Donn Cortez*
- CSI Miami: Heart Attack - Donn Cortez*
- I Heart Paris - Lindsey Kelk*
- The Last Living Slut - Roxana Shirazi
- The Single Girls To Do List - Lindsey Kelk
- Last Night At Chateau Marmont - Lauren Weisberger
- Chasing Harry Winston - Lauren Weisberger*
- A Kiss Gone Bad - Jeff Abbott
- Harry Potter And The Philosopher's Stone - JK Rowling*
- Harry Potter And The Chamber Of Secrets - JK Rowling*
- Harry Potter And The Prisoner Of Azkaban - JK Rowing*
- Harry Potter And The Goblet Of Fire - JK Rowling*
- Harry Potter And The Order Of The Phoenix - JK Rowling*
- Harry Potter And The Half Blood Prince - JK Rowling*
- Harry Potter And The Deathly Hallows - JK Rowling*
- The Nanny Diaries - Nicola Kraus & Emma McLaghlin*
- Black Jack Point - Jeff Abbott
- Life - Keith Richards
- Faithful - Marianne Faithful*
- Wonderful Tonight - Pattie Boyd*
- Everyone Worth Knowing - Lauren Weisberger*
- One Fifth Avenue - Candance Bushnell
- The Single Girls To Do List - Lindsey Kelk*
- Ronnie - Ronnie Wood
xo
Thursday 30 June 2011
008.
There were times, not often, that I awoke in the middle of the night on a tour bus or in a hotel room and wondered what the hell I was doing. Why on earth was I spending my time with these random dudes in bands when people my age were normally having house parties and drinking cheap vodka? Then I'd realise that was exactly why I was doing it. There was no part of me that craved average teen years. I wanted excitement, adventure and the idea that I had somewhere to run away to whenever life became insane. Of course, I ended up doing it too long, to the point where it was no longer my escape, it was my life.
After a few brief explorations into into various aspects of the music industry, I ran far away from the idea of working within it, mostly because I liked the idea of keeping my soul, but also because that wasn't how I wanted my life to be. I didn't want my love of music to become a paycheck, I heard more than enough disheartening stories about artists, managers and record companies without ever officially working in the industry, I didn't want to hear more, didn't want the grimy, sallow part to overtake the simplicity of hearing a song for the first time that you know will have kids singing along with it. I wanted to still hear that without working out a marketing plan in my head.
So I slipped into an anonymous role, involved enough to help out baby bands, hands off enough to never risk losing my love of music. It got to the point where all my male friends were in the industry and, by default, so were all my (ex) boyfriends. I've unwittingly become immortalised in songs, but never spoken about by those who wrote them, which is how I wanted it and proved to me that I'd chosen wisely. Despite my dalliances, fame was never my objective. I could think of nothing more depressing than people believing you're worth attention based on who you've had relationships with.
It's been a very long time since I've taken part in a tour for any reason. It's not what I need in my life any more, there are times when I get the urge to run across the country and see bands and I usually go with the urge, but a few shows are usually enough to remind me why I stopped touring in the first place. My wanderlust these days has less to do with seeing bands and more to do with discovering new places and seeing old friends.
After the 10 plus years I spent running away and running around, I'm left with a handful of fellow retired road warriors as great friends, a whole bunch of musicians, some of whom are still close friends, and a life time of stories that I'm currently trying to mould into at least one novel. So what was I doing with myself all those years ago? Starting to build a life for myself in the most interesting way I knew how.
xo
After a few brief explorations into into various aspects of the music industry, I ran far away from the idea of working within it, mostly because I liked the idea of keeping my soul, but also because that wasn't how I wanted my life to be. I didn't want my love of music to become a paycheck, I heard more than enough disheartening stories about artists, managers and record companies without ever officially working in the industry, I didn't want to hear more, didn't want the grimy, sallow part to overtake the simplicity of hearing a song for the first time that you know will have kids singing along with it. I wanted to still hear that without working out a marketing plan in my head.
So I slipped into an anonymous role, involved enough to help out baby bands, hands off enough to never risk losing my love of music. It got to the point where all my male friends were in the industry and, by default, so were all my (ex) boyfriends. I've unwittingly become immortalised in songs, but never spoken about by those who wrote them, which is how I wanted it and proved to me that I'd chosen wisely. Despite my dalliances, fame was never my objective. I could think of nothing more depressing than people believing you're worth attention based on who you've had relationships with.
It's been a very long time since I've taken part in a tour for any reason. It's not what I need in my life any more, there are times when I get the urge to run across the country and see bands and I usually go with the urge, but a few shows are usually enough to remind me why I stopped touring in the first place. My wanderlust these days has less to do with seeing bands and more to do with discovering new places and seeing old friends.
After the 10 plus years I spent running away and running around, I'm left with a handful of fellow retired road warriors as great friends, a whole bunch of musicians, some of whom are still close friends, and a life time of stories that I'm currently trying to mould into at least one novel. So what was I doing with myself all those years ago? Starting to build a life for myself in the most interesting way I knew how.
xo
Monday 6 June 2011
007.
When you're a teenager all you're really searching for is somewhere that allows you to grow, to explore who you are and who you'll become. As a teenager, I found that place at a club called Stay Beautiful.
When I was 11, I found this band called Manic Street Preachers. I was sort of a brat. They introduced me to various aspects of popular culture that I doubt I would've found at such an early age by myself. As I turned into a teenager, I found other bands who were similar to them, either had emerged around the same time or were influenced by their music in later years. If I hadn't been a King Adora fan, I'm unsure if I would've ever gone to Stay Beautiful, but after one of their shows when I was about 15 years old, I was handed a flyer. I still have that flyer, actually, stuck to my school diary at the time.
My best friend, Fabian, and I decided that, yeah, we could talk our way past any doormen and get in. And we did. Being underage, we were happy to be in a decent club anywhere that would let us in so we could drink, but this place was different. People were friendly, and not in a creepy way, we were just made to feel welcome. We went back, and after Fabian died, I kept going, bringing other people, making new friends along the way. It moved venues a few times and I was never legally old enough to attend until it moved to Wicked in London Bridge, which is also when I first started working for them. Flyering at first and then when it moved to it's final home at The Purple Turtle, I was asked to do the door.
For me, Stay Beautiful was a place that allowed me to grow in the best way. I made mistakes, drank far too much, danced until my feet ached, woke up with bruises I couldn't explain and explored different sides of myself while figuring out who I was going to become. In many ways, I still am figuring it out, but the years I spent attending Stay Beautiful helped that process beyond measure.
No matter what was happening in my life, I knew that once a month I could go to a place where I could dress however I wanted, in as little as I wanted, a place that played music I literally lived for at the time, a place full of people just like me. The importance of that to a teenager cannot be overestimated. The club didn't save my life, but it gave me somewhere to go that became an extremely important part of my life. Working there, I learnt a lot and I had a hell of a lot of fun while doing it, with some quite wonderful people. Now that it's all come to an end in London, officially, after 10 years, I'm not sure what words can adequately sum up what it meant to me. The last 10 years of my life would've been radically different without it. I would be radically different without it.
It gave a lot of us a place to go where we could feel at home. We could be as outlandish, weird and strange as we wanted to be and it was all accepted. It created a scene within itself that brought so many people together. It might've started life as a club night, but it became more than that to almost everyone that attended. It was part of our lives and, as we carry on through life now that it's ended, I'm sure that when we hear certain songs, they'll spark a memory that makes us smile, or cringe, and we'll remember what that club gave us.
For now...
"Don't wanna see your face, don't wanna hear your words, why don't you just..."
xo
When I was 11, I found this band called Manic Street Preachers. I was sort of a brat. They introduced me to various aspects of popular culture that I doubt I would've found at such an early age by myself. As I turned into a teenager, I found other bands who were similar to them, either had emerged around the same time or were influenced by their music in later years. If I hadn't been a King Adora fan, I'm unsure if I would've ever gone to Stay Beautiful, but after one of their shows when I was about 15 years old, I was handed a flyer. I still have that flyer, actually, stuck to my school diary at the time.
My best friend, Fabian, and I decided that, yeah, we could talk our way past any doormen and get in. And we did. Being underage, we were happy to be in a decent club anywhere that would let us in so we could drink, but this place was different. People were friendly, and not in a creepy way, we were just made to feel welcome. We went back, and after Fabian died, I kept going, bringing other people, making new friends along the way. It moved venues a few times and I was never legally old enough to attend until it moved to Wicked in London Bridge, which is also when I first started working for them. Flyering at first and then when it moved to it's final home at The Purple Turtle, I was asked to do the door.
For me, Stay Beautiful was a place that allowed me to grow in the best way. I made mistakes, drank far too much, danced until my feet ached, woke up with bruises I couldn't explain and explored different sides of myself while figuring out who I was going to become. In many ways, I still am figuring it out, but the years I spent attending Stay Beautiful helped that process beyond measure.
No matter what was happening in my life, I knew that once a month I could go to a place where I could dress however I wanted, in as little as I wanted, a place that played music I literally lived for at the time, a place full of people just like me. The importance of that to a teenager cannot be overestimated. The club didn't save my life, but it gave me somewhere to go that became an extremely important part of my life. Working there, I learnt a lot and I had a hell of a lot of fun while doing it, with some quite wonderful people. Now that it's all come to an end in London, officially, after 10 years, I'm not sure what words can adequately sum up what it meant to me. The last 10 years of my life would've been radically different without it. I would be radically different without it.
It gave a lot of us a place to go where we could feel at home. We could be as outlandish, weird and strange as we wanted to be and it was all accepted. It created a scene within itself that brought so many people together. It might've started life as a club night, but it became more than that to almost everyone that attended. It was part of our lives and, as we carry on through life now that it's ended, I'm sure that when we hear certain songs, they'll spark a memory that makes us smile, or cringe, and we'll remember what that club gave us.
For now...
"Don't wanna see your face, don't wanna hear your words, why don't you just..."
xo
Tuesday 31 May 2011
006.
It's time for me to come out of the closet. I'm a wrestling fan. That isn't news to most of my friends, but is to new people I meet, which I find amusing. I've given up trying to explain it, it's just in my DNA. My wrestling DVD collection is obscene, the whole basis for my first trip to New York was a wrestling show and I've spent more hours than I'd care to admit talking about it.
There's a stigma attached to being a female wrestling fan. When the UK indie scene was stronger and I was running around going to shows, I lost count of the amount of times I'd have to politely, or not so politely, point out I wasn't there to fuck the wrestlers. It gets boring, fast. Since then my position on such things, as with much else in my life, has been that if people want to talk shit, then let them. It's nice to bring a little excitement into what must be very dreary lives if that's all they have to talk about. Besides, my friends get it way worse than I do. Benefits of living across the ocean!
Anyway. For my 26th birthday I was bought tickets and travel to the UK Pro Wrestling NOAH shows in Broxbourne and Nottingham. The shows themselves were excellent and I highly recommend ordering the DVDs of the shows, but one of the things that stuck with me were the two little kids at the Broxbourne show. They were fully clad in John Cena gear and I doubt they really knew much about the wrestlers they were watching, but they cheered, they booed, they had a fantastic time and I'm betting they came away from that show bigger fans of wrestling than they had been.
Kids like that are why I never really see the point in hating John Cena. Aside from the inhuman amount of charity work he does (seriously, the man is a machine) one of the most important things he does is get kids interested in this crazy sport-entertainment hybrid we all love. Didn't we all start out like those kids? Cheering our favourites even if they weren't the best workers? And look at how long we've stuck with it since then. If we want this business to carry on, we need people like Cena who kids adore. They go to a show to see him, sure, but they'll also end up seeing Daniel Bryan, CM Punk, Evan Bourne and Alberto Del Rio. They'll get exposed to a whole bunch of other wrestlers and, as they grow up, they'll start branching out, finding other promotions they enjoy, places they can see wrestling in person more than the once or twice a year WWE comes to their area.
Do I enjoy Cena? Eh, not so much. I respect the amount of work he puts in, but I cannot take a man who wrestles in trainers seriously. That's alright though, he's not aimed at me. I have other wrestlers on that show I can watch. I also have Ring of Honor, Evolve, PWG, Dragon Gate and various other promotions that I can watch when I want some actual wrestling. Those kids at WWE shows in Cena gear don't have that yet. I have faith that one day they will, and if their love of Cena gets them there, I'm good with that.
Don't ask me to explain the grown men who cheer him, though. On that, I got nothing.
xo
There's a stigma attached to being a female wrestling fan. When the UK indie scene was stronger and I was running around going to shows, I lost count of the amount of times I'd have to politely, or not so politely, point out I wasn't there to fuck the wrestlers. It gets boring, fast. Since then my position on such things, as with much else in my life, has been that if people want to talk shit, then let them. It's nice to bring a little excitement into what must be very dreary lives if that's all they have to talk about. Besides, my friends get it way worse than I do. Benefits of living across the ocean!
Anyway. For my 26th birthday I was bought tickets and travel to the UK Pro Wrestling NOAH shows in Broxbourne and Nottingham. The shows themselves were excellent and I highly recommend ordering the DVDs of the shows, but one of the things that stuck with me were the two little kids at the Broxbourne show. They were fully clad in John Cena gear and I doubt they really knew much about the wrestlers they were watching, but they cheered, they booed, they had a fantastic time and I'm betting they came away from that show bigger fans of wrestling than they had been.
Kids like that are why I never really see the point in hating John Cena. Aside from the inhuman amount of charity work he does (seriously, the man is a machine) one of the most important things he does is get kids interested in this crazy sport-entertainment hybrid we all love. Didn't we all start out like those kids? Cheering our favourites even if they weren't the best workers? And look at how long we've stuck with it since then. If we want this business to carry on, we need people like Cena who kids adore. They go to a show to see him, sure, but they'll also end up seeing Daniel Bryan, CM Punk, Evan Bourne and Alberto Del Rio. They'll get exposed to a whole bunch of other wrestlers and, as they grow up, they'll start branching out, finding other promotions they enjoy, places they can see wrestling in person more than the once or twice a year WWE comes to their area.
Do I enjoy Cena? Eh, not so much. I respect the amount of work he puts in, but I cannot take a man who wrestles in trainers seriously. That's alright though, he's not aimed at me. I have other wrestlers on that show I can watch. I also have Ring of Honor, Evolve, PWG, Dragon Gate and various other promotions that I can watch when I want some actual wrestling. Those kids at WWE shows in Cena gear don't have that yet. I have faith that one day they will, and if their love of Cena gets them there, I'm good with that.
Don't ask me to explain the grown men who cheer him, though. On that, I got nothing.
xo
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