I have always loved the Olympics. There is just something so special about seeing people—regardless of where they’re from—who have spent so much time training & practicing & working so hard—just to have a chance to showcase their preparation & talent & hard work. I love sports. I love the drama of competition. Really, I love expertise in all its forms… But the Olympics is different: Once every four years, every nation sends its best athletes… Seeing people proudly stand up with a medal around their neck, smile, and wipe away tears while their national anthem plays… Watching athletes collapse with exhaustion & relief after giving it their all in their events… Witnessing the joy of winning and the heartbreak of losing… I basically can’t get through it without crying. Though, if I’m being honest, I’m the sort of person who tears up when someone wins a car on The Price Is Right, so that tracks. But it’s more than just the drama of the Olympics. It’s the SPIRIT. This year a doctor from Mexico qualified to compete in cross country skiing. She’s an ER doctor in Miami, she trained on roller skis, and she paid her way to Italy by walking people’s dogs. She ended up finishing last in her race, but SO MANY other athletes from around the world waited for her to finish, hugged her, and congratulated her on her accomplishment. It was beautiful. I was a mess. But this year the Olympics also made me cry for a different reason.
Before the Olympics even started, the U.S. women’s team was favored to win the gold. The other top women’s team in the world is Canada, but in the five previous U.S./Canada matches this year, the U.S. team won fairly handily. When these two powerhouses met in the earlier Olympic qualifying stage match, the U.S. beat Canada 5-0. Since the inclusion of Women’s Hockey as an Olympic sport, only the U.S. and Canada have won the gold medals… So when they met each other in the gold medal match, it was no surprise. What WAS a surprise was when—with just over two minutes remaining in the gold medal match—Team Canada was winning 1-0 after going ahead early on a short-handed goal. The U.S. team pulled their goalie, they tied the game, and they sent it to overtime, where they won in dramatic fashion. Here is a TikTok creator I follow (and you should too) describing the excitement of that game…
After the U.S. Men’s Hockey Team won the gold medal for the first time since 1980 (also against Canada, also winning 2-1, also in dramatic fashion in overtime), Kash Patel was seen partying with the U.S. men’s team. Even though in the past he had been vocally critical of former FBI Director Christopher Wray (who, unlike Patel, actually had experience in the FBI before being appointed as the agency’s Director) for using the a government aircraft for his personal trips, Kash took the FBI jet to Milan to watch the game. After the game, for some reason he was in the locker room (“looking like,” as Barrett Adair describes, “the first motherfucker to ever be given a Make-A-Wish for being terminally 5’4” and crosseyed), chugging some Mexican beers with the bros, jamming out to some Toby Keith songs, celebrating the victory. He even facilitated a call from his dimwitted boss, donald trümp. You can hear the audio here…
For those of you who either aren’t in a place where you can listen/watch, don’t have Instagram, or don’t have any interest in hearing the voice of a man who can’t help but ooze sexism with every slimy syllable that slithers from his lips, here’s what happened: After inviting the men’s team to trümp’s State of the Union and to the White House to give them medals, he jokes, “and we have to, I must tell you, we’re going to have to bring the women’s team, you do know that”—A comment that is met with a bunch of laughter from the men’s team—and then he goes on, “that I do believe I probably would be impeached, okay?” This shameful, disgusting, diminishing “joke” at the expense of the women’s team has been brought to you by the party of “protecting women’s sports.”

So I’ve got a few things I’d like to say about this…
- FIRST—If you listen closely, at least one person responded to trümp’s “joke” about having to begrudgingly invite the women’s team as well—not with laughter, but by saying “ABSOLUTELY.” Like, “of COURSE you would invite the women’s team as well.” And I think that’s important to point out… Maybe just for my own hopefulness that not everyone there responded to trümp’s shitty sexism with laughter. But it’s clear that the majority laughed. And that’s so sad & gross. There’s a German saying about how if you’ve got one nazi at a table and nine people sitting down with him without protest, you’ve got TEN nazis sitting at that table… And I think the same is true for 20 young white men leaning in for a smiling photo op.
- SECOND—After so many expressed such deep disappointment with the men’s team for their laughter at trümp’s sexist “joke,” many MAGA cultists & sympathizers rushed in to defend the men’s team, excusing the laughter that filled that locker room by talking about how the U.S. men’s team are some of the “biggest supporters” of the women’s team. I call bullshit. Listen: If I claim to be an ally to Black & Brown people, and then you catch me on video laughing at a racist joke, you’re allowed to tell me that I’m full of it. In fact, you SHOULD tell me that I’m full of it. The same goes for laughing at sexist jokes while claiming to be a “supporter” of women’s sports.
- THIRD—The ones saying people are making too big of a deal out of this, defending this as “locker room talk,” and “boys-will-be-boys”ing this whole thing are—not coincidentally at all—the same sort of people who defended & dismissed trümp’s “grab ’em by the pussy” comments as “locker room talk.” Also, when these guys laughed at HAVING to invite the women as well, these guys KNEW they were being recorded. There were phones taking video everywhere. You think THIS is “locker room talk??” Just imagine the kinds of comments they bust out laughing at when they know there are no cameras around.
- LASTLY, and I think MOST IMPORTANTLY (for me, at least)—I probably would have laughed if I was in that same situation… Especially when I was their age. Hell, maybe even when I was much older. I am far from perfect. And I’m not saying this to excuse what they did. At all. It’s probably more an admission of the so often deficient Y chromosome I have pumping through me at a cellular level. It’s the broken boy in me… This need to be liked and fit in… The many times I have awkwardly laughed in the past at jokes that skewed sexist or racist… And the cowardice that kept me silent so many times in my life when I knew the right thing to do was to speak up.
Again, I’m not talking about how I would react to that today. Today every beat of my heart is metronome of hatred for that bloated orange bag of bigotry and lies. Today? If that diseased pustule was ever on speaker phone anywhere NEAR the sound of my voice, I can guarantee you he would clearly hear the words “ROT IN HELL, YOU DIRTY F*CKING PEDOPHILE!” drown out any room full of laughter. My hatred for him burns with the heat of 1000 suns. But these young men have spent their lives focusing on hockey… There’s a really good chance they are not as politically informed as I am. And they have also certainly had way more concussions & traumatic brain injuries than me (which may have something to do with why they went to the white house and put on MAGA hats). Yes, they might be dumb male dipshits. But there is no excuse for when men act this way… Least of all, the fact that this brokenness is so prevalent in men. I just want to admit that I have failed in this way many times.
But here’s the difference: The men’s team has had time to sit with it. And they’ve had time to HEAR the voices of the women who felt so hurt & betrayed by the sound of that laughter… Voices like the hurt & betrayed voice of Coach Jackie (whose video I shared above), who dedicates her whole life to singing the praises & spreading the joy of women’s sports. In every person’s pocket, there are literally thousands of ways to hear how that laughter has done real harm. When so many voices tell you that your actions have hurt them, here is what decent people do: They apologize. Not “I’m sorry if anyone…” Just I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry and ashamed for laughing at that sexist pig’s attempt at humor. I’m sorry for the way my laughter felt like a betrayal to both the women’s team AND those people out there who expected so much better than that from me. I wasn’t even in the room laughing at that orange turd, and I feel like I need to apologize for it. When—WHEN??—did the willingness to admit you were wrong become interpreted as weakness??
The whole thing is just so shameful. And deeply disappointing. Their laughter reminds me of the worldview-shifting feeling I had after the 2016 election… the way trümp’s depravity simply grossed me out, but all those votes for him broke something in me and made me question whether love really is stronger than hate. As far as I can tell, NONE of the members of the men’s team have apologized for that laughter. Ellen Hughes (former Olympic women’s hockey player, member of the 2026 women’s team’s coaching staff, and mommy to the men’s team’s Jack & Quinn Hughes) took to social media to defend her boys, speaking about their love for this country, and how we should use this win to “unite,” and saying, “at the end of the day, it’s just about the country,” but she definitely didn’t apologize. But this refusal to apologize… this inability for introspection… this resistance to humility is part & parcel of the brokenness that infects the souls of so many men. The toxic disease that caused that shameful outburst of locker room laughter is the same toxic disease that prevents its cure: A simple apology.
This woman says it better than I ever could…
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