I hate golf.

I always have. I always will. I love miniature golf. And Chi Chi Rodriguez seemed like a cool dude (for a golfer). But I don’t care for golf performers in general.

I say performers instead of athletes because that’s what golfers are: performers. Golf requires incredible amounts of practice and honing a skill set. So does playing the piano, chess, and sewing. That doesn’t make them a sport. 
Years ago, aspiring golfer Casey Martin sued the PGA for the right to use a motorized cart to get around golf courses. Martin has Parkes-Weber syndrome, a birth defect resulting in vascular malformation which causes degenerative ailments in the legs, making it nearly impossible for him to walk an 18-hole course. The PGA refused to let Martin ride; their defense boiled down to: “Tough shit, rubber legs. Walking makes golf a sport.” Next time someone calls while you’re strolling through the mall shopping and asks what you’re doing, you can tell them you’re golfing. Continue reading →

Today’s note sponsored by the following Facebook post:

How To Have An Opinion On Women’s Reproductive Rights—

A Helpful Chart:

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Do You Have A Vagina?

Yes-You May Express An Opinion.

No-SHUT UP.

If, as a man, I have no right to enter the conversation about abortion rights—unless, apparently, I support them whole-heartedly—then the issue is strictly a women’s issue.  If that’s the case, why should I care what Obama, or Paul Ryan, or Scott Akin, or anybody thinks about it?

But I do care. Continue reading →