Posted by The All-In-Uit | Filed under Bloggers Corner
When my fellow Poker From the Rail bloggers were trying to encourage me to write my first post (under the guise of lessening their workload) one of the things they said to nudge me along was that it would be nice to have “a different point of view”.
This got me thinking – just because I’m a girl, is my view of the poker world really that at odds with my fellow bloggers? Of course men and women are different – I obviously don’t use those “differences” to type but God, it would be fun to try and I’d probably get a mention on Wicked Chops…. Anyways I digress…
Sure my actual poker experiences are the same – I like winning, I don’t like losing, when I get bored I call with hands like T-5 off-suit because I can make two straights and two flushes, I don’t like bad beats or bad beat stories, and I one day dream of winning a big LOL donkament so I can give my job the finger and live like a balla (whoops did I say that out loud?).
However, if we had an office conversation about being hit on at the poker table – unless Patrik Antonius was somehow there – I’m guessing it would be pretty lopsided. Look I knew what I was getting into when I started playing this game – I grew up with two brothers, played basketball, went to a high school where there were five guys for every girl in my class, took up skateboarding and worked in the punk/hardcore music scene before I found myself here.
I’m not saying that all guys have been awful – when I started playing and making really really noob posts on forums like, “What’s a tournament entry fee? Is that what you have to pay to get into the casino?” most people were patient and helpful. One guy in particular even posted me some instructional books and DVDs from interstate to get me started. One of those was Phil Hellmuth’s Million Dollar Strategy, but I’m sure his heart was in the right place.
As I’ve continued my progression into this crazy world of degenerates, I have to say I’m a little bit shocked at the number of apparently heterosexual men in the poker community that seem hell-bent on driving girls out of the game. If it’s not 15-year olds playing online with Daddy’s credit card telling me to go stick my chips up my, well, you can guess what orifice, then it’s these ballers for whom the bulk of their contact with women tends to be paid for by the hour. Needless to say, the pimply under-agers might actually come off best in comparison.
I’m not asking for the ship-it-holla-ballas out there to start up a charity for girls named Sapphire, Krystle or Mercedes (they get enough “love" as it is), nor am I on a moral rampage. I realize no one will read this, but if you do and 1) you’re a guy and 2) you play poker here’s some advice: If you see a woman at the poker table, don’t leer, don’t stare at her tits and definitely don’t ask her to show you her tits. Instead just say hi and if that manages to go OK, try to have a conservation. But for the love of God, avoid topics like strippers, hookers and coke (and especially any stories where all three are involved).
The more women actually feel welcome when they sit down at the poker table, the higher the chance that poker rooms and tournaments will be less of a sausage-fest. Unless you actually prefer sitting around a table with no personal space for 12 hours a day in a room that’s 95% full of men – not that there’s anything wrong with that.
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