After I went on a feminist rant one night, my husband said, “You should get a tattoo of a female hand squeezing a nut sack. After many years of me saying, "It's not so much what you say as how you say it," he's learned to keep his tone neutral so I don't know what was behind the comment. No matter, I liked the idea, although not the tattoo part. I don't have any markings or piercings on my body and don’t want to start now. But I had been giving a lot of thought to my latest project - a website. "With pink fingernails," I said. The next day at the golf course, I noticed a Hill Billy golf pull cart with a mesh drink holder but instead of water or coffee, it contained two golf balls. It occurred to me I could put a hand around my mesh cup holder, take a picture of it, and make it a website logo. I needed a domain name to go with it so I emailed my daughter’s father, a good friend with a knack for titles. He came up with “Ballcrusherchronicles.com.” I like to crush the golf ball and watch it sail into the distance. Cool, a double entendre.
I’m not nearly as radical as I used to be because we’ve come a long way but I still notice that when the Giants and the As were in the play-offs, the San Francisco Chronicle sports page had no reports on female sports. I also notice how they glamorize the Big Break Golf challenge women and insinuate cat fighting within the group. They don’t do that with the men. I don’t like it, but now that I make good money and have good people to play with, it doesn’t take up that much room in my psyche. Still, like so many others, I want to spark some debate and discussion, talk about the ideas and thoughts that I wake up with and dwell on in the wee hours of the morning.