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In my introduction blog I briefly mentioned my outrage at (as it is now being referred to) Caster-gate. Call me naïve when it comes to sensationalism, but I honestly thought things would’ve calmed down by now, my outrage amongst them. But new kindling keeps being chucked on the raging Semenya fire, and each new twig irks me more than the last. Now it must be made clear that I am no sports journalist. In fact my interest in sports is limited to World Cup soccer, cricket and rugby, and the occasional Chelsea game that my little brother forces me to sit through. Athletics does nothing for me. Watching people run round and round a track is as about as stimulating for me as staring into the oven watching cupcakes rise. In fact the cupcakes are slightly more enticing as I get to eat those when they’re done. But what’s happening with Caster Semenya goes beyond the business of sports journalism. This is a matter of human interest. There have been scams in athletics in the past where men try to pass as female athletes, so it is understandable that suspicions would peak when a woman as muscular and thick-voiced as Caster Semenya comes out of nowhere and takes the gold. But once it’s been established that she doesn’t have a penis, that should be the end of it. The tests the IAAF put Semenya through are scarily reminiscent of the tests Nazis would perform to find out whether the test takers were Jews. Is this really our level of sophistication as a society? Trackback(0)
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![]() written by sleaze, September 14, 2009
Maybe we should just kick out all the distinctions, liberate the playing fields,let the ladies compete with the men (and maybe the para's too for the human interest factor) and unban all performance enhancing drugs, lets face it they all they probably taking at least something anyway, as the tests get better so do the drugs, beast and nature and all that. We can create a super race of uber-athletes that have bugger all in common with us mere mortals. Then we can all park off on our couches consuming vast quantities of beer and popcorn while we marvel at them pushing themselves to the limit, incrementally killing themselves for our viewing pleasure on our flat screen hi defs. Put them in a compound perhaps - District Number One! Now that's something I might pay for view!
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Now that is sport I could get into, especially if they were forced to wear their runway garb while competing.