Jills Over Bills

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Do you know that the NFL doesn't pay taxes?

Well, they don't pay their cheerleaders either.

The Buffalo Jills made headlines over the weekend and they are not the first group of NFL cheerleaders to cry foul, but since they are literally in my backyard, I listened.

First off...as stated here before...this is a multi-billion-dollar industry.

Very multi!

The Jills allegedly were paid $150 per game. They were hardly ever paid for their personal experiences. They were subjected to jiggle tests and dehumanized...

...this is according to a disgruntled member, of course, but where there's smoke.

Let's start at point one.

Women are awesome.

I have always felt that way. They don't deserve any of the scorn that is sometimes thrown their way. Do you realize that there are still people out there who believe that women don't deserve equality when it comes to social stature, pay and other things?

There are a ton of men that feel that way, honestly.

Yet this story takes the abuse even further.

First off, why do the Jills exist?

To cheer the Bills.

(I have to do a cut-away here for a moment...a la Family Guy).

When I was in high school our cheerleaders shared the bus with the basketball team. They were always so encouraging as they cheered a team that sometimes really sucked. We were in a game once where we were getting absolutely embarrassed. The girls ran to center court and began their cheer:

WE'RE NUMBER ONE!!! They chanted.

Our coach jumped up off the bench and said the following:

"We aren't number one! We aren't even number 85! Stop with the stupid f&*$ng cheer!"

I imagine the Jills must think of the same thing when they are cheering on the hapless Bills.

Anywhoha...

They can't pay these women?

Do we still need to treat women as simple objects that are there for amusement?

I know that cheerleading in high schools and colleges are now treating it as a separate sport. Shouldn't these girls and women feel good about what they are doing?

I'm sure the Jills are better at their jobs than the Bills are.

Yet all kidding aside. This isn't a simple story.

I'll say it again:

It's a multi-billion dollar industry!

Treat these women like human beings.

As a matter of fact, why don't we just treat all women as humans?

Damn, I hate the NFL.

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