Last summer, the Dude and I spent quite a bit of time watching men’s soccer (okay, okay: football) during the World Cup competitions. There was a lot of to-do about it: bars with brackets and drink deals, people wearing the gear of their favorite teams, and endless FB status updates. It was mostly in good fun (there were occasionally some dumb/offensive national stereotypes in play).
But this summer is the Women’s World Cup. I have yet to see a single “Vive la France!” comment on the internet, and there were no people in my heavily West African neighborhood wearing Nigeria’s colors yesterday during their game.
The competition started on Sunday, and runs for the next three weeks at various locations throughout Germany. If you’re interested in following along, FIFA has good info and brackets here, and (in the US; sorry I don’t know access for other countries) you can watch the games streaming on ESPN.com, if you, like me, don’t have teh cable teevee.
The US isn’t as invested in footie as most of the rest of the world, so maybe some of our international readers are all “Duh, Dork,” but I’m going off what I’m seeing in my little corner of the world. Women’s soccer is pretty great, y’all, and watching and supporting female athletes is another way to put your money (and time) where your mouth is, relative to valuing women and what they do.