Battle of Sexes: Men vs. Women Part I

Battle of the sexes, it’s old and exhausted topic. You can disagree with me here, but there’s too much hate between men and women. And things keep getting more complicated instead of easier. Me, I don’t hate men. I have a wonderful father who causes me headaches at times because we do disagree on many things, and I also have a younger brother, who I want to strangle at times like Homer does Bart. I love them both very much, and they’re both good guys. I’m not a big dater, but when I have been in a relationship or dating or thinking about giving a guy a chance, I have one answer for that: a few bad apples don’t define a whole tree of apples. I have a few close male friends who are great guys too.

Lately, I hear these new terms: femme-nazis, mennist, or feminist (this one is not a new term). But it’s part of that categorization to support an ideology and or a cause. I’m quite frustrated with extreme ideas because I feel that any extreme idea is cancer to our society.

I saw this video on the gender differences between men and women in sports. Now, initially, the video was titled “why women suck at sports.” This blew my mind and I thought, “This is outrageous.” As a tomboy, who grew up playing sports and an avid soccer watcher/analyzer since I can remember that outrageous comment made me cringe.

First of all, and you may disagree with me, I don’t believe in the integration of men and women in sports. However, that doesn’t mean women suck at sports. Biologically and physiologically, most of the time, men will outperform women. So most men think, “because we can outperform women, therefore, women suck at sports.” This doesn’t make any logical sense. Here’s another, “Any top MMA male fighter against the top MMA female fighter will knock her ass out.” Sighs…Allow me to explain my sigh or point.lions-175934_1920

I went at it for 3 days on Twitter arguing with men why these statements didn’t make sense. I wasn’t trying to be irrational and stubborn—or trying to sink to a lowly level like many of them were. At some point, some got frustrated and said things, such as “women are only good for one thing,” or “women are only good in the kitchen.” Most of the comments came from Westernized men, such as American, Swedish, or British. I was like, “Wow!”  Some claim that sexism doesn’t exist. I wish they’d take the time to read the comments these men left. They also cursed, “yelled” (using the capital letters), and used offensive sexist and sexual slurs toward other women who contradicted them and me.


Men’s (not all men) claim is that the so-called femme-nazis get easily triggered. Men mocked them, trigger them, and create memes to show how emotional out of balance these women are. Well, I didn’t even insult these men arguing with me on Twitter, and yet they were severely triggered and “emotional.” What was the difference with me? The difference is that I grew up being a tomboy. I also grew up in a Christian traditional house, so my views are slightly different than my liberal female friends. Now, as an adult, I have more of centered political ideas—that’s almost in anything.

I grew up loving the sport of soccer. My father taught me everything about it, and we still talk and analyze games up to this day. He never told me, “hey, don’t do that. You’re a girl,” and neither did my mom. I have been a Lakers’ fan back in the day when Kobe Bryant, Shaquille O’Neil, Fisher were the best, and Phil Jackson was the best coach. I witnessed when the Angels won the baseball series in 2002. Not mention the great success of the Boston Red Sox in 2004 breaking the curse of the Great Bambino. I saw the big Canelo vs. Mayweather fight—among others. I can go on. My area of expertise in sports’ analysis is SOCCER—the best game on the planet. That’s just my biased. I know.

I grew up playing all types of sports with my cousins who were always bigger than me. They make fun of me up to this day. They confess that they’d try to take me down by aggression because they couldn’t stop me, “Remember how she’d jump like a monkey.” At school, even boys wanted me on their team during P.E.—the only time it’s acceptable to integrate.

In third grade, this kid, much bigger than us was bullying my sister. We were all on the playground. We were 2nd and 3rd graders. Well, I pushed him. He got upset, and he returned after school with his older brothers who tried to hold my arms so he could punch me. Somehow, I got loose, and I punched him in the nose. He bled all over the pavement, and he yelled and cried. Everyone got scared. I ran off leaving my jacket behind. I ended up in the principal’s office while he walked away all arrogantly without any kind of discipline. He had a little tissue up his nose. It had some blood on it. Thank goodness that my parents understood. When I explained, they said, “good.”

…Please, see the following blog for the continuation of my overall point. Thank you.

©Ana P. Rose & Anaprose 2017.