What truly makes something what it is? Is there a specific right answer for what definite characteristic makes an apple an apple or a computer a computer? In the article by Marc Tracy, “NFL Rule Changes: When is football no longer football?” he asks this question as well. Tracy discusses the recent rule changes involving the Pro-Bowl and how they affect the future of the American national sport.
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Tracy questions whether the elimination of kick offs and new regulations regarding helmets pose to undermine the sport of Football in its entirety. After exploring defining characteristics, he ends his point by writing, the “NFL needs to decide what Football is”: its rules, its traditions, and its future. What Tracy hints at is called a constitutive rule, or a regulation that helps makes something what it is, that when broken, says you are no longer engaged in that activity.
The story of Caster Semenya is quick to inspire debate about the view of female athletes in the sports industry. From the majority of blog posts incorporating this article, I have gathered that most writers have summarized her story with this thought: Why are people quick to question what makes Caster so dominating, acting as if she is not capable of being that good on her own? The world is almost expecting some secret advantage behind her repeated successes. Some of the same ideas have been mirrored in Lavaque-Manty’s “Being a Woman and Other Disabilities.” He explores gender roles and the inequality of such, particularly in the field of sports.
In regards to the commentary on these readings, I believe that the focus on women has been far too strong. In fact, it’s not just women who attempt to excel in areas that perhaps past, and unfortunately still current, societal views have been quick to question. Men also have disabilities too, and furthermore only examining the plight of one gender is doing the exact opposite of the intention of the articles, continuing the inequality. Continue reading
In my initial blog post, Social Media as Play, I stated that social media websites perfectly fit Johan Huizinga’s definition of play from Homo Ludens by satisfying the following criteria: freedom, inherent activity, and its limitation of time and space. While for the most part, I agree with my original claims, upon second glance I felt that there was much more to add. Continue reading
In Professor LaVaque-Manty’s book The Playing Fields of Eton, the chapter “Being a Woman and Other Disabilities” discusses what it means to be a woman chasing excellence through sports. It’s a hard chase, nonetheless, one that even in today’s modern world might not be successful due to simple lack of interest and possibly even lack of respect from the majority of Americans. In order for any changes to be made in the way we view female sports and the athletes who play them, we have to make the conscious decision ourselves, even women. It’s not just the male dominated society as a whole. Continue reading
What makes things fair? I guess it depends on how fair is defined, but if I were to look at a dictionary it would tell me that fair means legitimate, in accordance with the rules and standards, and most importantly in an adverbial sense, without cheating or trying to achieve unjust advantage. But is there truly a way to remove that advantage, particularly among athletes and non-athletes at an athletically dominated university? Continue reading
If I’ve learned anything from waking up bright and early on Tuesday and Thursday mornings to attend our political theory lectures, it’s that technology is vital, ever changing, and at times utterly confusing. In order to complete my course work and stay up to date on assignments, I find myself consistently checking four different webpages and often more depending on how many times my phone has gone off signaling Piazza notifications that day. Long story short–it’s a lot. But every page and various channel through the web has something different to offer and contribute to my overall success in this class. Continue reading
I’ve been told who I was going to be for eighteen years now. Every since I was a young infant my grandfather would sit me on his lap, not to tell me how cute I was in the high pitched baby voice that many grandparents use, but to tell me the story of the person I would become. My grandfather knew how I would live my life, what I would study, what extracurricular I would participate in, and how I would spend whatever remained of my free time, which there would be very little of if he had any say in that too. It may sound harsh, but there was heart behind it. I never doubted for a moment that he didn’t want what was best for me. In fact, he wanted something better than I could have ever even imagined for myself. Continue reading