And getting laid might mellow her out significantly as well
I was appalled at an advertisement I recently saw on the bulletin board in my dorm. . . . The advertisement from Health Services, calling for safe sex, reads, “Whether you’re the catcher or the pitcher, always wear a glove!” with a picture of a smiling woman holding a catcher’s mitt and a man holding a bat next to her. . . .
To consider the act of sex as a subject/object encounter, as this advertisement does, where a woman’s role is to “catch” a man’s “pitches,” is degrading, disgusting, and completely beyond the type of behavior I expect from an institution of higher learning. To pair this type of advertising alongside messages of “always get consent” seems contradictory and dangerous to the lives of women–on campus and elsewhere. This poster is sending a message that sex is defined as an act done to a woman by a man, rather than a collaborative effort of two people. I am afraid that this is just replicating a system of hierarchy where women are expected to accept what they are given, including situations where they may feel pressured by men to have unprotected sex, and I hope that this type of safe sex awareness is torn down from our walls permanently.
DANEgerus points out the first thing that came to mind when I saw her abusing the baseball reference: The catcher is the one calling the pitch
Um…wouldn’t the man in the picture, since he’s holding a bat, be the batter?
And the batter isn’t even mentioned.
But the image in my mind is that the picture was taken from the picther’s point of view, so we don’t really know the gender of said pitcher, now, do we?
That’s the first time I’ve heard the pitcher/catcher reference made for heterosexual sex. When I read the wording, I assumed it would have two guys in the picture until the description was given.
I’m guessing the bat is there as a symbolic reference, even though it doesn’t match the wording. A baseball just doesn’t do well as a phallic symbol.
“A baseball just doesn’t do well as a phallic symbol.”
And I would suspect that the woman who wrote the quoted letter has never been hit on the chin with any type of balls.
In my seventh-grade health class at Highland View Middle School in Corvallis (now apparently rebuilt and renamed after Linus Pauling), we watched a fairly funny sex-ed film called “Am I Normal?” in which at one point the hapless protagonist asks his dad to explain sex, and the father starts analogizing to pitching and catching in baseball, which of course doesn’t help.
Another bit I remember is where the protagonist is at the zoo looking at some animal (I think it was a lion) and its huge penis, and the Friendly Adult starts telling him that size doesn’t matter. That went right over my head at the time — I didn’t understand the point of that scene until I was in high school… then it became really funny.
This story is more proof that even if all the ills & injustices of the world were corrected, liberals STILL wouldn’t be happy.