Balancing Act: We love rage in sports — unless it's from a woman. Just ask Serena Williams
The lovable bad boy has no female equivalent.
We haven't, historically, made room in our hearts for women who are reckless. Quick-to-anger. Irrepressible and unpredictable.
We have shunned those women. We have scolded those women. We have diminished those women.
We have not celebrated them.
They offer us nothing we need. Nothing we crave. Nothing that comforts us. They terrify us.
Bad boys, we love.
They're dark and brooding and fearless and misunderstood and should not, of course, be expected to play by the rules. They're larger than rules. They're larger than life.
