You cannot write an Australian lifestyle blog without some sort of focus on our relationship with sport and the physical side of life. In regional Australia sporting clubs make up the strongest social bonds within these communities. The footy and netball clubs compete each week for points and glory, as does the cricket club in the summer months. Adults and kids, at every level, strut their stuff on the weekend stage. Adults in the country play much longer into their middle ages than those city folks. Spectators line the edge of the sporting grounds cheering on their kin and brethren. This Aussie sporting life is the new religion in these towns and regional centres.
The Social & Sporty Fabric of Society
In the big coastal cities, adult sport is a spectator business, whilst the playing is predominantly left to the kiddies. AFL and the rugby codes attract the bulk of the paying public at city stadiums around the nation. Women’s sports are currently undergoing a purple patch, in terms of popularity and exposure to the viewing public. Women wanting to go in hard and fight for glory, it seems to be part of the masculinisation of the female population in the 21C. I hope those AFLW gladiators are wearing their mouthguards, because mouthguards protect teeth.
Professional Sport is Now a Career Move for Women
A woman’s smile, it seems to me, remains an important part of their feminine armoury and, also, makes the world a nicer place to live in. Professional sport is now a career move for women, where before it was an unlikely vocational option for a minority. A role in professional sport involves as much glamorous PR work, as it does heavy lifting on the field in the 21C. Sport’s stars in Australia are role models and celebrities, larger than any other celebs from other sectors in the media. I think of Hannah Mouncey and her journey in the guise of her new gender.
When Push Comes to Shove
The players are on social media 24/7, it seems, checking out their reviews and hordes of followers. The Twitter feed can be a two-edged sword of course, cutting the sensitive sport’s star with biting criticism and troll-like venom. Coaches and managers warn their youthful tyros to stay away from the winking screen, but few listen. When push comes to shove, and the shit hits the fan, the fallen idols with clay feet lay like wounded soldiers on the digital surface. This Aussie sporting life can, at times, be a cruel business.