Lady's Poker Journal
Dear Gentleman Poker Players;
It was only a short time ago when we were not common place in your smoke filled basement rooms laced with testosterone where you patted our behinds for bringing your drinks and lighting your cigars. The women of your time who dared face you down and pronounced the courage to sit at a table and endure your disparaging remarks and stares paved the way for a new generation of women poker players.
When the poker boom rocketed women into poker you called us names, accused us of belonging to âman hating clubsâ and had a tough time accepting that the person playing next to you was not part of the good old boys club but actually someone who could have been your mother/sister/teacher or grandmother. You forced many into an online life of solitude, pretending to be a man to avoid confrontation. You entered into our tournaments pretending to be one of us hoping to show how superior on the felt you were and to show your friends just how manly you could be. To my knowledge not one of you managed to outsmart us and take the title of womenâs only event.
Once your shock and horror of sharing the felt with a woman eased, you decided we were the weaker sex in poker just as we are in contests of strength like football or arm wrestling. Instead of âstupid chasing bitchesâ you called us âcalling stationsâ, âsoft playersâ and âpushoversâ. Because we had no voice in the community we sat back and let dictate to us where, when and how we would play.
Today, you accept us, or say you do. But there is not one mixed forum out there with a âwomenâsâ section that does not contain at least one post, four pages long about who the hottest female player is, how big their boobs are and very little else. Go to any of the womenâs only forums and I can almost guarantee there is not one post regarding the size of your manhood. One of you commented that a recent womenâs only event was nothing but ââ¦eye candy obviously staked by their poker playing boyfriendsâ. Most of us make our own money and âEye Candyâ is for hookers and mistresses.
You say you accept us but there is no denying the deer in the headlights look when the blonde bombshell sitting next to you flashes her 100-watt smile as she flashes her $100k bluff. There is no hiding the shock when the kind grandmother across the table who showed you pictures of her cat and grandchildren all dressed up for Easter traps you with the nut flush that she hit on the flop. When that woman at the table who you didnât think was very smart called your bluff did you think she didnât know what you were thinking?
Gentlemen, the reason for this blog is not to bash you or to garner respect where it is not warranted. We are well aware that respect at the poker tables is earned on an individual basis. All we ask is that you understand that on a poker table we are no different from you. We are gaining voice in the industry and though you might not always agree with what it has to say; that voice deserves respect and deserves fairness with out prejudice.