Breakthrough Weekend for Women
>The bite marks run down her arm, parallel with a bulging vein. They’re a visual consequence of what occurred in a steel cage before a bloodthirsty audience in Anaheim on Saturday night. It was there that a modern definition of what it means to fight like a girl was carved.
Not even 24 hours later, on a track clear across the country, testosterone mixed heavily with the smell of petrol oil. From 200 dizzying laps of the Daytona 500, there emerged out of a neon green car another reminder of how gender roles have gloriously evolved.
Ernest Hemingway once opined that there are only three true sports: bullfighting, mountain climbing and motor racing. All the rest are merely games. He also wrote this gem: “By ‘guts,’ I mean grace under pressure.”
If only Hemingway could have time-travelled into the Girls Gone Wild weekend that just took place. Would he have found a way to romanticize the historic bout between Ronda Rousey and Liz Carmouche in the slightly barbaric spectacle that is Ultimate Fighting Championship? Would he have been agog over Danica Patrick as she defied expectations and clung to third place up to the final lap before ultimately falling behind veteran male drivers and finishing eighth?