Wednesday, February 14, 2018

I suck.

Everyone knows I’m a little crazy.


Or a lot.


Pick one and move on.


I’m too aggressive, I have zero filter, I swear too much, I’m too demanding, I blow through deadlines and promised due dates like they’re yellow lights and I’ve gained thirty pounds of what my coach Jay says is likely me just ‘getting high on my own supply’.


I’ve been making a lot of cookies, okay?! 


Fuck.


Anyway. Deadlines.


They suck. I suck. And together, we suck harder than a Hoover that needs a revolve and a dirty floor.


Whatever.


I’d be late to my own fucking funeral.


Part of this is that despite being an uncontrollable raging bitch, I can’t seem to tell people to fuck off. I hate asking for shit and I despise saying no.


So when it was “let’s do something for _____” I’m always FUCK YEAH LET’S DO THIS! 


and then it’s “would you be able to come to ____ for ______ during _________?” and I do the whole FUCK YEAH LET’S DO THIS! thing again.


The problem here isn’t that the world is full of cool shit I’d like to do but rather that it’s full of really awesome stuff I can’t say no to. “Wanna be part of _________?” FUCK YEAH LET’S DO THIS!


And then I blow through deadlines and don’t respond to emails because I’m actually eating cookies in bed while snuggling my cats and getting a massage from someone named Aiden while completely blowing everything off.. I’m literally doing this right now.


I missed a spin workout with someone I love and adore tonight because I was napping in the sunshine after a lunch of mimosas. (There was no mimosas or sunshine or lunch today. I was actually working. And it sucked.) But I got the mail.


... Still haven’t replied to those emails yet. 


I have a lot of personal character flaws. I get it. But the thing is... I do get it. I know I suck. In fact, I’m probably harder on myself than most folks understand or can comprehend, and if you think I’m a dick on the internet, you should hear what I say to me.


I’m hyper critical. I look to closely at things. I care too much. I want to help. I have a massive heart and a critical brain that’s melting out of my ears and I forgot a lot of shit.


Hell, I’m balls-deep in a cookie E-book that was literally due to a paying audience exactly a month ago to benefit kids' bike charities and I’m writing this tripe instead of working on it because my brain is numb and so is my ass and there is very little in the world of quantum mechanics that sucks as much as writing a bunch of goddamn recipes. But I love it. I care about it. And I’ll go back to it in the morning. Or afternoon. Or... whatever. Don’t judge me.


But if you’re reading this, go ahead and give yourself a little bit of love today. Just extend some fucking compassion to you. If you need a bit of tequila to do it, fine. If you need a lot of tequila to do it, even better. Take a deep breath, eat a donut and tell yourself that you’ll get to it in the morning. 


Then again, don’t take my advice because I’m terrible. 






Friday, February 2, 2018

Dear Podium Girl




Dear Podium Girl:

Yes, I'm addressing you. You may be a Grid Girl or a Booth Babe, too. Either way, whatever position you might hold within the sporting industry, this is for you.

A few of you ladies are quite upset about the recent decision by Formula 1 to dissolve your job titles and let you go, and you've spoken out about people who 'speak for you'Not only do I applaud this decision because I have advocated for this move for years, but I responded with a hearty 'IT'S ABOUT DAMN TIME"... But that's not the point of this essay. This missive is a direct response to those of you who have complained about being let go and decried this progress, exclaiming that you love your jobs and that it's your choice whether or not to work those jobs.

You're right -- it is. It isn't, however, your right to be upset when a changing market means that your job title is irrelevant. It also isn't your right to demand that you get your job back. Why? Well, because you are what the business industry refers to as a 'noncontributing commodity'. In changing business, you are what gets cut first. Not only are we not 'speaking for you', those of us who have fought for your departure aren't making assumptions about you because it's not about you. None of this is, particularly not even your involvement in our various sports and the reason that you even had a job in the first place. It's always been about male preference and what a few select versions of men want to see in 'their' sport. But it's not their sport any more than that was 'your job', you see: these sports belong to everyone. These activities should be welcoming of everyone, not just straight men who demand that sexual objectification and appeal be part of their sports' experience. You are no more part of these sports than the decades of sexual marketing that was ill-thought out and ignorantly created in the hopes of gaining more profit... And as they have gone, so should you.

Grid girl, I feel for you -- I actually do. Investing years and countless dollars in your appearance, posing with people you'd probably like to NOT have to touch, being constantly nice... Damn. I really do feel for you. But again -- you're a non-contributor. You don't actually add anything to the sport that you've latched onto, nor are you investing in the market or industry. You don't bring value to any of the sports, nor do you attract the kind of audience that actually spends money. Research has proven this  . Time and time and time again. What your job was, essentially, was that of a sexual object placeholder.

I know. It doesn't sound good. (It's not.)

My friends, your job relied solely on the assumed idea that only straight men participated and spent money inside of that sport and accordingly, their experiences were the only thing that mattered. That assumption was not only completely wrong, but also extremely unprofitable. Companies and entire sports have actually lost money by employing you and promoting the idea that women exist solely for the pleasure of straight men, and they're finally realizing that women spend money... We spend a lot of it. We're also viewers, athletes, employees, company owners and participants in these wonderful sports, and we don't tend to want to be seen as sex objects. Research has proven this, too.
It's a rough life. 

But from a female professional athlete to you, here's some unsolicited advice: go get a job that relies on expertise outside of your appearance. Or don't. But whatever you do, please stop insisting that you contribute to my sports and the other activities that I actually participate in and where I am absolutely an equal, and not the sum of my body parts or my appearances. Please stop insisting that it's your right to be employed in an industry that not only underpays me (by a lot!) but where we still have rampant issues of discrimination, sexual abuse, assault and the refusal to see women as equal parts. The thing about your job, my dear, is that it makes doing MY JOB (that's based on skill and experience) extremely difficult, on multiple levels. Whether you intend it or not, your lack of contribution and presence undermines my very real contributions to the sport -- from contract negotiations to inspiring new generations of athletes who are valued for their athletic prowess instead of their looks, your job has put women who have invested in these sports at risk.

I know that this is probably really difficult to hear. I can't imagine how hard it must be to have someone tell you that not only is your job title obsolete but that you've done real damage to industries and sports simply by doing that job.

Is it your fault that the job existed in the first place? No. But is it your job to be better than a sexual placeholder in a sport you have nothing to do with and add absolutely nothing to? I dunno. That's for you to decide. But the women advocating for the dissolution of your job are not only real women, we're real people. We're leaders in our industries and we've been here. We'll be here long after the next crop of booth babes come and go, and we'll still fight for equality and market share as we try to bring more women and girls into our sports.

Perhaps you'll even be one of them.

Sincerely, 

Amanda Batty
Professional Mountain Biker