sister outsider.

so this morning, i was sitting on the couch watching a few minutes of the re-run 11:00 p.m. sportscenter before i had to actually get ready for work. at this time of the day - a.k.a. before 8:00 a.m. - i am not the sharpest tool in the shed. it takes me a little while to process things, especially if i'm also in a state of pre-coffee ingestion. so, when i heard neil everett say the following to segue into commerical, it took me a few minutes to get sufficiently annoyed:

"hey, you've waited this long, why flip over to the Girls Next Door now? sportscenter's Top 10 plays are up next."

um, excuse me. i don't watch Girls Next Door, because i have no interest in playboy bunnies, the playboy mansion, or playboy anything. i am a chick, and i like sports. you are a sports network. in 2006, it fricking frustrates me that you assume if i like the Top 10, i must like boobies too. but i have my own, thanks. what i don't have are fun highlights of good dunks and great catches, so please just pass them along without the wink, wink, nudge, nudge. thank you.

and you know what? all you people out there ready to jump on the Hysterical Feminist train right now, save it. save your breath about whatever blahdy-blah percentage of men make up the regular sportscenter viewership. save your breath about my "over-reacting." and certainly save your breath with the "it was just one off-handed comment, you can't expect every broadcast of every sportscenter to to be sexism-free." no, i can't, and i'm not saying that. i'm just taking a few seconds out of my morning to note that women sports fans still have moments where they're slapped in the face with their continuing "outsider" status. and that's frustrating. especially before 8:00 a.m.