Megan Greenwell

I write entirely to find out what I'm thinking, what I'm looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

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I reject this idea that sports media isn’t diverse because people of color and women can’t be found. That’s lazy. Diversity takes work. I get sort of annoyed because some of the sports media companies that complain about the talent pool haven’t done the work to be successful in that area. I see plenty of 20-something white kids being discovered, or being propped up as rising young journalists. I’m going to guess it took some work to find them. That’s how it works with talented people. Unfortunately, in this industry, there’s an established comfort in ignoring us. The real racism is when we aren’t even a part of the thought process, that people have to be reminded to consider women and people of color.
The taxing thing is that every time we meet someone who’s fucking great, we say, “Is this right? Where should I compromise? What should I say to this? Am I doing that old bad thing I do where I ask for what I want and ruin everything again?” The stakes shouldn’t be raised just because someone seems really smart and funny and nice to look at, and you decide you really are interested, and they work really hard to date you. But they do. In theory, you should be able to say, “I’ll know if this is right if he keeps asking me to dinner and listening and treating me like someone he might really love.” You should be able to remain a little detached, until it’s clear that a guy really does care and doesn’t view you as a conquest. But who can do that? It’s stupid to even expect that of yourself, honestly.

"This is the first time I’ve ever seen you happy with the world." -DJM, 15 March 2014


Ten years ago, 90 million people watching Super Bowl XXXVIII saw Janet Jackson’s breast for nine-sixteenths of a second. Our culture would never be the same.

This Marin Cogan retrospective might be the most fun story I’ve ever been involved in.

My childhood sounds like Pete Seeger. My dad owned a folk-music bar in 1961, so even though he was a registered Republican until 1992, he played Seeger’s protest songs (and their various covers, especially those by Joan Baez and Peter, Paul and Mary) constantly. “Guantanamera” and “Little Boxes” and “Turn Turn Turn” and “Where Have All the Flowers Gone” taught me many of the first things I understood about music and writing and satire and politics and Dad.



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