I am a big tennis geek/Big Brother

It will give away just how long I’ve been watch­ing tennis and what a big nerd I am when I say that I was thrilled this even­ing when, for the first time in my memory, a woman was com­ment­at­ing a match between two men.

In the eighties, men seemed to com­ment­ate everything. Then, in the nineties, a woman would come in to com­ment­ate women’s matches with a man, but men’s matches were still com­ment­ated by two men. From time to time in the nought­ies, two women have been known to com­ment­ate a women’s match without any male assist­ance (shock!). How­ever, the last bas­tion was broken tonight when a woman’s voice was heard on a men’s singles match. Go, Kerryn, you’re ace.

Better I watch tennis, surely, than some hor­ri­fy­ing slice of social ter­ror­ism in which two men hold down a young woman while one slaps her across the face with his dick and the nation dis­cusses whether she deserved it, right? For those who have not been fol­low­ing, I’m talk­ing about the sick­en­ing spec­tacle that is Aus­tralian Big Brother. I don’t watch, but I’ve been read­ing about it… ugh. 

As the sticker says, I’ll be a post-fem­in­ist in the post-patriarchy.