Thursday, June 26, 2008
Anti-Tuxedo Prejudice in the Tennis Community
Color me outraged! Maria Sharapova, who indulged her love of menswear by dressing in a tuxedo top and shorts at this year's Wimbledon, got her ass kicked by Alla Kudryavtseva today. (If her name is unfamiliar, it's because Kudryavtseva generally sucks.) The final score was so awful that I can't bring myself to type it here, but that's not the source of my indignation. What has me all riled up* is what Kudryavtseva said when asked what propelled her to victory: "I don't like her outfit. It was one of the motivations to beat her."
C'mon, Kudryavtseva! You have to give Sharapova some credit for making a bit of a Marlene Dietrich-like, Katharine Hepburn-esque fashion statement at Wimbledon. (For those of you who don't watch tennis, even the tacky British newspaper The Sun, which initially criticized Sharapova's tux, later apologized for their rush to judgment. Check out the third picture in the slideshow if you want to see why I think her getup was altogether badass.) All the dress-wearing gets boring to watch sometimes, and I encourage Sharapova's fellow WTA player to change things up every now and then, just as I encourage the men of the ATP to consider a little on court cross-dressing of their own. 'Cause you have to admit, Rafael Nadal would look handsome in a skirt.
* Maybe "riled up" wasn't all that accurate. Mildly annoyed would be a more apt description, and even that was offset by Kudryavtseva adding, "She's brave enough to experiment. Sometimes she has good ones, sometimes not. That's my personal opinion. Maybe someone will tell me I dress terribly."
But I wanted to post something today, and it was either this or complain about Sarah Bird's recent 'blah blah gay son blah blah stereotypes blah supposed satire' monstrosity at Salon.com. Problem was, I couldn't make it past the second or third paragraph of the Bird whatsit, so all I could honestly say about it would be this: The way A.O. Scott felt about The Love Guru -- in his words, "an experience that makes you wonder if you will ever laugh again" -- that's how I feel about Bird's strenuously unfunny piece.