Well it’s been a fine old week for men flinging dung like chimps in a zoo. The revoltingly sexist menu likening the PM to a takeaway meal was only the icing on the cake. Even if it was only a ‘private joke’.
Joe Richards, owner of Richards & Richards restaurant where Mal Brough’s fundraiser was held, has claimed responsibility for the menu, which he said was never distributed on tables at the fundraiser.
It’s the Revenge of the Bastards. All those ordinary Aussie blokes who are sick of having to grow up and learn some manners have decided say ‘shit to that’ and let their hormones get the better of them.
When women give in to their hormones men sneer and patronise. When Aussie men do it, they get a thump on the back, a skinful of booze, and a blowjob in the alley (but tell anyone and I’ll kill you). Testosterone and andrenalin trump oestrogen and progesterone every time.
There is, however, a twist. AFL players letting fly with homophobic epithets when the hormones are pumping “in the heat of battle”: fine. Not a problem. But racist slurs are different.
For example, the other day Harry O’Brien clearly (I asked someone who can lip-read) called Geelong forward Tom Hawkins a “fat faggot”. And precisely nothing was done about it.
But for some strange reason, you can’t use hormones as an excuse when the issue is race. Remember that business with Adam Goodes, calling him an ape? Wasn’t that just a passionate supporter getting carried away ‘in the heat of battle’? On an adrenalin high, perhaps?
And later, Eddie McGuire suggesting Goodes should be used to advertise King Kong. Wasn’t that excusable under the pressure of a live radio show? Surely they were just letting the adrenalin do the talking?
No, can’t play that card, not when it’s about race. But when it’s about gender . . . meh. Then you get told to Man Up. Get Over It.
In the heat of battle during a footy match in Broken Hill, transgender player Kirsti Miller was called an “it” and accused of being diseased. “Don’t touch number 30 or you might get AIDS,” said one of her opponents – allegedly. No punishment was imposed.
When Kirsti complained on social media, guess who was disciplined by her club? Kirsti. Mediation went nowhere. The AFL don’t want to know.
The message is clear: make a fuss over racial insults, and everyone puts on their seriously offended faces and spouts pious platitudes. But when it’s about sex, orientation or gender, they can barely keep a straight face.
As far as the AFL is concerned, YOU are the problem, not the offender. Just who do these queers think they are? Just get over it!
It would appear that Andrew Demetriou thinks calling people ‘faggot’ or ‘it’ is just ‘normal’ AFL behaviour. Nothing serious. He seems unconcerned that Harry O’Brien received no penalty. He won’t take Kirsti’s calls.
Surely he should be working his butt off to stop this sort of stuff, but he just doesn’t see the problem. Which is not really a surprise. When Jason Ball got traction with his anti-homophobia petition, what was Demetriou’s response? Token gestures.
I’ll bet Ball is pretty disillusioned right now. The pilot program of anti-homophobia education has withered on the vine. There will be no Pride Match, never mind a Round. OK, so some ads will play at games. Whoopee. What year did you say it was?
Tell you what – why don’t YOU write and ask Andrew WHY he’s being such a dill? It’s time for him and his board to ‘man up’. If it’s a struggle, they can always get injections.
PS You could have a shot at the NRL too while you’re at it. Check out the ‘NRL Humour’ page on Facebook, which called every Queensland State of Origin player a faggot. No slapped wrists for them either.
PPS I’ve been trying to think of a parallel Blue Box Lunch for Tony: Stringy Rabbit 6 inch Sub, Snag & Meatballs with Cardinal Sauce, Spotted Dick in a Lame Gay Churchy Plastic Cup . . you have a go.