FEMALE SPORTS REPORTERS - Real Madrid/LA Galaxy @ Rose Bowl Aug 8

It may be easier for a woman to enter a traditionally male dominated profession. Soccer is the biggest sport in the world outside the U-S. The overwhelming majority of journalists who cover the men’s teams, are also men. For the last two weeks, Real Madrid C-F, one of the best teams, with the top, most expensive players like Cristiano Ronaldo, and their new coach, acclaimed Jose Mourinho, have been training at the U-C-L-A and played two friendly games here in California.

While sitting in a press conference with Mourinho, I noticed that the women were the clear minority. In the press box with all the writers at the Rose Bowl the day of the game, only eight of 55 writers were women; down on the field with the photographers and videographers, even less. Breaking into the “old boys network” can be intimidating for women who want to enter the sports reporting field as journalists. Fortunately for anyone who plans to pursue a career in reporting, one British reporter from The Sunday Times covering the Real Madrid-LA Galaxy game noticed a significantly more relaxed and friendly rapport between journalists in Los Angeles, as compared to the cutthroat competitiveness he experiences in London. Though disturbingly, he explains that female journalists in the U-K who secure key interviews are often rumored to be having relations with players.

Instead of being put off by being one of the only women present, I took the opportunity to flip it to my advantage, and turn the extra attention, into access. Never underestimate the power of a smile to disarm people. With good energy, people are more willing to share advice, experiences, good quotes, and contacts; everything one needs to enter and succeed in the field of journalism. On the field, the A-P photographer lent me one of his camera lenses so I could procure better photos, something he admits never having done before. In the mix zone, where reporters fight for post-game interviews, I was able to conduct the only interview with Pepe, one of the Real Madrid players.
Working as a sports journalist is a highly competitive field, but there is a space for women to enter and bring a new perspective and experience to reporting.

Mourinho the Mighty

At a UCLA press conference today, Real Madrid’s saving grace coach Jose Mourinho spoke about his philosophy as he joins a team of full of expectation and “specialness”. Mourinho stresses the clean slate he comes in with. “I didn’t see much of Real Madrid last season” he comments as he feels the past is exactly where it lies, in the past. Though he feels it is a gamble to come in and dramatically change how the team functions, this may be necessary after last year’s disappointing end to their season.
This is a new era for the team. Even team captain, goalkeeper Iker Casillas, in Mourinho’s opinion is just now becoming the real captain with all its responsibilities; Only now is Casillas ready for that job. He felt that having other players with leading roles like Guti and Raul did not allow for Casillas to truly reign. “He joined the team two days before. I could see it is a sign he want to be with the team,” says Mourinho of Casillas and his dedication to the squad. He does not want his captain sleeping on his success. Real Madrid has its final practice tonight at 5pm at UCLA before the game against the LA Galaxy at the Rose Bowl on Saturday evening.

TAN TAX

Yes the news in los angeles gives us all the important information. There is a new Federal Tanning Tax. It is a 10% tax when you fake-n-bake in a tanning bed. The people are outraged.

It is to raise something like $2.7 billion for health care reform. I may be biased because I have never used a tanning bed, but it makes perfect sense to me. If someone is going to put themselves purposely at higher risk of skin cancer by frying themselves in a human panini machine, and then tax money in the health care system which we are trying to universalize, will be used for them, then pay for it!

FURIA ROJA world cup 2010

I am born and raised in Los Angeles, I carry a US passport so ultimately my loyalties lie with the US National World Cup team. With that said I am also just a little obsessed with the Spanish Team. More than half the players are on the F C Barcelona team during the year, so it makes it easy to love them.

The other half of the team is from Real Madrid. I am not usually a fan but Casillas, the goalie is adorable, and Sergio Ramos is such a drama queen that he is fun to watch as he takes everything so personally.

There is so much talk about the teams potential to win this years world cup, as the European Champions. From a non-technical point of view, the reason they seem to me to have such a solid shot, is that they almost all play together during the year on club teams. Almost all. Our dear striker, El nino Fernando Torres, plays in the English Premier League.

Our boys play as a team, their cooperation is evident. All we need to win this world cup, well, is MESSI!!!!! Our back and mid field is solid. Even Barca's pretty boy Pique is bleeding all over the place taking hits for the team. But our shots aren't going in the goal. It makes me realize the Barcelona's team is mainly Catalan except our strikers. At least in my short 5 years of following the team. Ronaldihno (Brazil), Eto'o (Cameroon), Henri(France), Ibrahimovic (Sweden), Messi (Argentina).

David Villa was most recently signed to FC Barcelona, and is one of the strikers along with Torres on the Spanish team. Villa's almost-hat-trick today was sign that we may be back on track.

I'll keep watching and keep believing!

The BIKINI question

Every summer gyms use “Bikini Season” also known as “summer” to people who don’t live by the water, as a marketing ploy to register new members. Shape magazine features articles on getting a bikini-body and which shape suit suits you.

As I sit writing at a café in a small residential town in LA, a mother and her young daughter, no older than 7, walk by and a woman turns around at them, yells

“You’re fat,”

Pause.
Slowly enunciating as she aggressively continues,

“You’re a fat cow.”

The mother just stares at the woman. She checks her daughters face for a reaction. I must editorially mention that neither the mother nor the daughter is fat, not even close. The woman who accosted them was clearly suffering from some kind of (and I’m no medical expert) psychological or control issues, it was definitely more than just being mean, or bitter

Along side the shock two questions come to mind.
1. Apart from obvious health reasons, why is being called fat such a heartbreaking insult? 2. What kind of messages do we send to our children when teaching moments like these arise? As it is bikini season, after all.

I didn’t hear what the mother ended up saying to her daughter, she stayed calm, seemed taken aback to be honest, but she knew it was a crucial moment. You cannot smooth over a comment like that with a generic “She’s crazy, you’re not fat”, which is merely more putting people down for no reason, especially when the mother was probably hearing the worlds aimed at herself, and her societally accrued self-doubt and confidence issues.
If she replies, “No your not”, it can come off that she thinks fat equals bad and you don’t want to be this negative thing. There are levels of fat, of health and of consciousness, of course, but I am not referring to the health implications of obesity. I am talking about what if feels like to be marginalized and treated badly based on physical appearance. This links directly with why 8-year-old American girls are already talking about dieting. Worst-case scenario, this is when body consciousness turns into eating disorders, self-deprecating behaviors and low self-esteem.



Most importantly, how do I, as someone who has always been chubby, but also always been an athlete, and never had a balanced healthy relationship with food, try to teach healthy behaviors and associations towards food to my children, so when bikini season comes around each year, they can just put on their suits and hit the beach or pool without hesitation?

To be health conscious, but not obsessed, enjoy food, but realize its fuel and not filling voids or other unsatisfying parts of life. We cannot expect our parents to be perfect, but nor do we want all their baggage and issues stock piled in our lives as young people.

One answer seen most recently on Jamie Oliver’s new show The Food Revolution is taking seriously how much influence schools have over our children. What they eat all day, not only feeds their bodies, but their minds as well. Supplying food for energy to pay attention, but not to be hyperactive. I fully support giving schools the permission to demand healthier and natural, less processed foods in their cafeterias.

To be an example as parents, as friends, as teachers, as celebrities, is also imperative. Whatever we choose to keep in the fridge at home is what our children eat when they are home. If there is no soda, we drink water, juice, and milk. Let us be a part of raising a new generation of healthy, active, proud, young people.

FUTBOL

Soccer is still in its infancy here in America. That’s one European trend we haven’t followed suit on. In order to build a strong American team for the world cup, we need to be able to pick from the most elite pool. And though I love the American national team, and am excited for us to play in south Africa this year in the world cup, the reason that Brazil, Spain, and England, for example, have such strong teams is that young people grow up immersed in a culture where football (as it is better known in every other country in the world outside of the US) is mainstream. It’s accessible, all you need is a ball and your feet.

This time last year, when the Champions League was coming to the height of competition, I was living in Barcelona, Spain. I’ll spoil the story and for those who don’t follow soccer, Futbol Club Barcelona won every single competition for the year, a triplet of Champions League, King’s Cup (Copa del Rey) and Spanish League (La Liga).

After each round: Quarterfinals, Semifinals, big Liga games in between, the city banded together on the street, in bars, in their homes on their balconies in support of the home team. Flags draped the balconies, blue and red jerseys colored locals and tourists alike.

The night Midfielder Andres Iniesta scored in the last minute of a 0-0 game taking us into Champions League finals Barcelona's fate was sealed in history. After the game, everyone rushes to the streets. Cars are driving past honking to the rhythm of the team’s anthem, flags and horns flying out the windows. Crowds rush towards the jam that is the center of town, Plaza Catalunya, first 100.000, then 150,000, soon almost 200,000 people crowd to Canaletas the famous fountain at the top of the famous Ramblas promenade.

I squeeze my small frame in between hoards of screaming, jumping, dancing, smiling, crying, singing fans, Cule (followers) they call themselves. The air is red from all the fireworks and sparklers being legally set off. The magazine stands, metro signs, traffic lights, fountains, and lampposts are branches where perched fans call out to their fellow football lovers.

I magically find myself dead center of it all, and see no better place to experience the thrill of this win then climbing the closest lamp post at the top of La Rambla. My black satin mini dress does not stop me from hiking myself higher and higher to reach the 4 people already posted above the sea of painted, effervescent faces. I start singing the Hymno del Barca, in Catalan. Everyone claps along with me at the right moments, fists pumping in the air as we come to the end of the song, Barca Barca Baaaaarca! The adrenaline I imagine comparable to the players on the field of the 110.000 person stadium.

Now maybe I joined the bandwagon when I became a fan of one of the best club teams in the world. It is the inescapable energy of the Barca fans, the die hard “Sang Cule” (Those whose love of the team runs through the blood in their veins), and how the players are all so humble and feel the fans are the 12th player on their team, without which they cannot be Barca. How could I ever have resisted?

Definitions of Feminism

In today's LA times Opinion section Meghan Daum was talking about how Sarah Palin is calling herself a Feminist.

http://www.latimes.com/news/opinion/commentary/la-oe-0520-daum-fword-20100520,0,4933552.column

I have been a self-identified Feminist for years, lucky to have been raised by strong, opinionated, caring women who taught me to respect myself as a woman and see my special place in the world, but never that I was on a different playing field than men (be it above or below).

Over the years I have come to realize this is a unique way to grow up. I want to address first Palin calling herself a Feminist, and second, how individuals define feminism.

The Palin Issue. I admit it wouldn't be the first identifying marker I would place on her. I am assuming it's all politics to just get people talking about her (all press is good press). I am a believer in people being able to identify themselves how they see themselves. To give a polarizing example, gender identification. Those in the Trans community who consider their gender fluid, or who feel they were born into the body of a different sex than they feel to be, in my opinion, should be allowed to decide for themselves how they live in their own bodies.

With Palin the abortion argument obviously arises, as she is a staunch anti-abortionist, and I staunchly pro-choice. The reason I would choose not to exclude Palin from the group of people who identify themselves as Feminists is that I would be deciding for her how she feels, or what is right for her. I cannot do that. For the same reason I am pro-choice. Each person should be able to choose what they do with their body.

However, it is hypocritical for her to call herself Feminist and say she can define it for herself if she does not want other women to decide for THEMSELVES what they do with their bodies, ie the difficult decision of abortion.


DEFINING FEMINISM FOR OURSELVES

I pose the questions...

how do you define feminism in your own life?
How do you see Feminism in the world around you?
Do societal definitions and your own match or come into conflict?
How can we rectify them?


My definition has always been seeing, treating, and experiencing the genders equally. Of course there are innate qualities born to women and men, places our bodies and brains excel, but the idea of feminism is the idea that it does not make anyone better than anyone else, or more entitled

I'm and AUNTIE... o tia si preferias

life in LA isnt quite like normal... well except being at the beach in winter thats about as normal and pumpkin pie on thanksgiving :) and I love it.

so my big sis had her first baby. a boy. i'm the youngest so i have never raised a child. babysitting yes but, this is way more involved. i actually loved someone before they were born, is that even possible? yes. and i get up at night with her most of the week, and i love it. if i don't hold him in my arms for a few days there is something missing.

so the responsibility of teaching him spanish falls on me. that works. its actually kind of selfish. this way if i always speak to him (already going to be bilingual, this will make him trilingual... and american, almost unheard of here... totally typical in europe though... jealous much...yes.) then i will also always have someone in the family to speak spanish with and i will never forget the language. its a two way street. so thats my brilliant plan with my ridiculously adorable sobrino (nephew). ps not even kidding. beyond normal baby attractiveness.

Making the Grade?

I have been tutoring, most recently math an English essay writing.

There is a serious problem

Tutoring keeps turning into therapy or parenting

Mind you A+ students are less likely to be using a tutor, these are students looking for help because they aren't making the grades. But in a one on one setting, on that supports them, geometry that never made sense or writing with figurative language clicks.
My qualm is I spend more of my class time not teaching the material but reassuring them that a bad grade doesn't mean they are worth less or that their writing isn't good, it just means their teachers are looking for something different. They lack academic confidence. It became easy for me to get an A as more and more people told me how smart I was. There was a shift. My expectations of myself changed as my grades went up and they never fell.

Maybe everything in my life turns into a therapy session (daughter of two psychologists) but maybe more young people need someone to address the various reasons they are not succeeding in school. One of my girls doesn't have a lot of friends at school, which means harder to find a study partner (I told her, just ask to study with the smartest person in the class, you will not only soon be beating her, but also probably become friends).

I could go on but the truth is I am so priviledged. My parents made time to help me with homework, wree involved in my education, had the educational background to be able to help me even as I advanced through the years. There are so many factors.

One of my 7th grade students has been in America for 4 years now and has learned English remarkable well. She struggled with using imagery in her writing. But instead of instructing her how to improve that, she was only told to do something about it. So I ask her about a scene she knows well, getting off the bus after school and the walk home in downtown LA. Her personal voice, her experience was overwhelming. She only needed to be asked what she felt like, what she heard, what it felt like before the image was thick in my mind. She is nervous and on edge when she passes an alley or when her heart rate spikes and she feels uncomfortable when men yell at her as they pass in their cars because she is two years older than the other girls in her grade she is friends with and her body shows it.

I only wish I was not told for the first time how important my voice and experiences are in my writing. That they are valid.

So that is what I tell my students. And with this realization, they become more confident in their work, their personal truths on paper, their vulnerability. And they begin to see the academic success they deserve for all the effort they put.

friends of convenience

Well let me preface this with I am back in Los Angeles. In Barcelona I avoided Starbucks at all costs, it is basically the American embassy of the city. And here I find myself having lunch in Culver City with a friend and she has no Internet at home and needed to do a sexual harassment online training course for work. So, here we are at Starbucks. First, I take issue with lunch costing almost 20 dollars these days in LA, with tip included, something I have gotten un-used to in Spain, it not being the culture. Second, I know Starbucks has (now let me pick the perfect word here… poor, bad, horrible, shitty, unfortunate coffee) sub par quality coffee considering they are a coffee shop, not a restaurant with fabulous food but not the best coffee, which is annoying but not ridiculous. I’ve gotten spoiled with delicious Spanish coffee even at the old man bars on the corner, nothing fancy just a good roast, hot when you order it not served in a paper cup, small, powerful and rich. So, I thought an espresso would be a safe bet here at Starbucks. I ordered it “for here”… what a concept. They guy comes back with my drink in a bowl made for a double latte like a good 16oz mug. And there at the bottom is my single shot of espresso. Like the sad left overs of a larger American sized coffee. The cold mug turned my sad shot into a luke warm mess. (This is besides the fact that the espresso just was not tasty. So I get it iced, he fills the bowl up to the brim with ice,

Maybe all this is silly and trivial

In fact it most definitely is, but I just find it absurd that they have become the most recognized coffee mark in the entire world and their coffee sucks. Yet it’s full in here and we had to wait for a table.

It’s just like people there are those people who are just not good friends, or just overall low quality, yet they dress up, are in the right clubs, offer to let you use their wifi and are always around so they are convenient friends and you hang out with them, even though you don’t really like them.

Brilliant marketing but it scares me because what if in our lives we settle for convenient friends, or just add enough sugar to our coffee so you cant even taste what it really is like. How do we really know what we are getting ourselves into?

Everything I'm stoked I did in spain.com and that which remains on my list.

My new website idea. Everyone does crazy ass shit in Spain, I mean this is the home of San Fermines, the running of the bulls where people dress up and volunteer to be chased by bulls down a confined corridor that has a dead curve and people get trampled and then look forward to it again the next year. Shit. When I got sick this year and had to give up my bus ticket to Pamplona, I was bummed, I was ready for the calimoxo madness. Ps calimoxo is a typical Spanish drink, mostly drank by young people which is a mix of cheap red wine and coca cola. Aka sugar. Kind of like cherry coke with a kick… the kick is in the morning when you kick your self in the ass for your raging hangover from all the sugar. And generally speaking you can only drink it on the street or corner.

1. Ride on the back of a motorcycle, like a real one, with the bartender from Nasty Mondays.
2. Get a Spanish boyfriend
3. Go on vacation with said boyfriend
4. Climb a giant light post by Canaletas at the top of La Rambla after Barca won champions league, this included wearing a mini black dress and yelling in Catalan all night…. Ps I don’t speak Catalan
5. Play Capoeira on the walkway leading up to Arc de Triomf
6. Ride bikes all over the city
7. 2 six hour bike rides, first down to El Prat with a recently unemployed stranger and second up to Costa Brava with jace, my homeboy who is way hardcore in outdoor activities.
8. Disco bowling in Costa Brava on a Saturday night
9. bleaching my precious brown locks blonde as sunshine and dressing up as Pamela Anderson for Carnival then chasing Andre Aggasi and Rafa Nadal down the street in a red Speedo and Uggs in the middle of European winter outside one of the only bars in Granollers (a small city just north of BCN) trying to save them, because I was Pam in her Baywatch days.
10. Meeting Theirry Henry at the movies (Yes I was that girl.... I have a picture)
11. getting kicked out of OttoZutz…. Who doesn’t get kicked out of Ottozutz?… and subsequentially permanently banned (when I was blond, perhaps they wont recognize me as a brunette
12. Dominate karaoke at George Payne Irish Pub every Sunday including a Freddy Mercury performance of “Under Pressure” where I climbed the stairs took the cordless microphone and sang with one leg over the railing in a back bend
13. Win a date with a Spanish guy on a new international dating show called Loose Screws BCN.
14. Discover the one and only frozen yogurt place in the city.
15. Drink hella leche merengada during the summer
16. Meet the only Catalans in Granada
17. Get invited by Steve Aoki and the bloody beetroots to their show at Apolo and pre-game backstage with them and then onstage during their show… which has inspired me to not only buy acid washed jeans like Steve Aoki's but also like electro music. It was my first and only electro concert and I didn’t know how to dance to that type of music so I went with your basic Tae-bo moves like the punch it out and spastic up and down. Trust me, it worked.
18. 2 calcotadas (calcots are a vegetable that is a hybrid of a leek and an onion that you cook on the bbq, it is this huge bbq party and the sauce you dip them in is actually the best part.
19. Drink wine out of a porron without spilling all over my face (it’s a Spanish jar with a pointed tip to pour from and you pour from a long distance and it streams into your mouth, the closets mental image I can give unfortunately is like a pee stream.
20. Take a pool raft out into the ocean to do a buoy swim with Mallory and race back for unspoken fear of sharks
21. Get paid to be at both the Formula 1 and Moto Grand Prix in the Montmelo Circuit right outside Barcelona working for the Renault Alonso and then Yamaha Rossi teams (when Valentino Rossi won that race in the last seconds of the race and went on to win the title of World Champion for his winning season bt-dub)
22. Watched more sunrises than sunsets this year.


My only two unaccomplished goals were getting to ride or party on someone's boat (which I was invited so I got close), and riding on the back of a police motorcycle but not being in trouble with the law as the reason for being on it... a lofty goal.


WHAT RANDOMLY SATISFYING ADVENTURES HAVE YOU ALL DONE?... spare no details