i have been told that i am a male chauvinist.

i have even been told that i hate women.

these statements are utterly untrue.

however, if i were to somewhat look down on women, you would have to go no further than the concept of the cheerleader to find out why.

i am on the football field risking my very life and limbs for the school, and they are over there with half of their teenage asses hanging out completely unaware of what is going on.

"what cheer should we do?" one cheerleader asks.

"let's do 'get that ball'" the head cheerleader responds.

"but we're on offense" the brainy cheerleader notices.

"what is offense?" the head cheerleader asks.


the only thing i hate more than cheerleaders are head cheerleaders.


"who wants the spirit stick?" the head cheerleader yells through the megaphone.

"i'll give you some spirit stick, you ignorant obnoxious bitch." i think to myself.


but this certainly doesn't make me a male chauvinist,


does it?

scott