The Super Bowl

       I feel as though the super bowl can be one of the biggest events to see the seperation between males and females. When I was getting dressed for it I wondered if I should be more athletic looking to symbolize the mood of the day. I realized though that I don't even really enjoy watching football that much. By no means does that mean I'm not someone who doesn't like to watch sports. I was an athlete all through out high school and in my first year of college as well. To me, football is a game that is mainly focused and pure aggression and not as much stealth. Who can hit harder or who can throw harder? So, I decided I would wear a vest to make myself warm and just some jeans.
       Walking through the door I saw all males but this was expected. The first thing I was asked was if I had any ones. I should also mention these are also all my co-workers. I asked them why would they need ones. It soon became apparent they were gambling on the game. The yelling at the t.v. was astounding. They bet on everything from who would win the coin toss to how many yards the first play would be. The commradery was thick in the air as well as the smell of beer. They told me "Don't worry they're other girls coming later." It wasn't something that bothered me though. I enjoyed watching the game. It's an important one.
       The guy that drove me there is one that hang out with a lot. He likes to play video games and do the less aggressive things I see most males doing. When all testerone was in the air they began to chasitise him. He didn't follow the football lingo they were using. At points he would use more of the basic terms that anyone would know. Then, they would ask if he suddenly liked sports. He's confident enough to reply no but it still gave me a sense of isolating him. 
       As the drinking went on being the only girl did bother me though. Soon I was just a girl. A sexual object that they could demean. My butt was starting to be slapped and I even had my belt loop on my pants pulled on saying that I wanted it. More girls came so some of the sexual comments startet to be deffered but they were still there. The girls that did come though were not into football so they set off to the store to get food to cook. They spent over half the game in the kitchen. That only fueled the men who were feeling the testoterone in the air. The women in the kitchen. They're rightful place right.
     These stereotypes make me feel like I need to play to them to fit in. I realize though that would not make me happy. I choose my place and I am not told where that is. I can't cook and I am just as competitive as those boys. This does not make me any less of a women. It makes me an individual.