The Boston Marathon adds another dingbat policy to its continually deteriorating event

When hyper-entitled motormouths imagine themselves to be legitimate activists and visionaries, results like these are predictable

Different pockets of the running media have recently conspired to create an unusual surge in nonsense. Runner’s World, Outside Online, and Women’s Running have all helped boost the collective stench level significantly above its already potent and funky baseline; while RW took aim at an Asian-American cheater despite having rallied behind white and black cheaters in recent years and OO unpretentiously joined the forces of covid “vaccine” misinformation, WR decided to remind the world of the grisly level of self-entitlement of “progressive” young adults.

On Tuesday, WR published a story by Zoe Rom about the Boston Athletic Association’s decision to allow women registered in any of its events (not just the Boston Marathon) who become pregnant to defer into one of the next two subsequent future races. Women can request this deferral until only two weeks remain before race day.

Three things about this story signal that it was written by Zoe Rom or someone who thinks like she does, i.e., in shallow cliches and with no meaningful understanding of how the world around her works. These are 1) bragging that someone’s bitching resulted in a change, 2) signaling that this bitching took place on a social-media platform, and 3) asserting that the change was overdue.

Women like Rom don’t realize that changes like these were never instituted until Zillennials arrived and started bitching because no one wanted stupid changes to the system. Women like Rom are just obnoxious people.

The Boston Marathon happens every year, sort of, and the qualifying window is ongoing and scaled to age and sex. Women who run recreationally and become pregnant by design have, in my experience, eagerly prioritized this development in their lives and been fine with the idea of qualifying again. In fact, wouldn’t this be a genuine “power woman” move—proving that pregnancy and delivery and motherhood don’t have to impede progress toward serious physical goals?

But almost every female runner under forty now who shares Rom’s politics, along with a coterie of snarling and seething old maids, believes that any rule that doesn’t accommodate everyone’s suite of personal choices is flawed. That is, instead of adapting the pattern of their hobbies to suit the needs of the masses, these women are “pressuring” the providers of hobby-venues to adapt to them. It’s impossible to not compare these women to rattle-waving, table-banging young children.

The article doesn’t explain what happens to the race bibs women decide to defer. If someone who qualified for this year’s Boston Marathon discovers at the beginning of April that she’s pregnant and would rather run in 2024 or 2025 instead, will her 2023 race bib go to someone else, or will the expectant mother wind up consuming two Boston Marathon spots for the price of one?

The article also doesn’t say whether the B.A.A. will require proof of pregnancy to receive the deferral. It doesn’t say whether female members of the military who receive duty orders that cause them to miss a race qualify for deferrals of this kind. Or women who have to travel for work. Actually, this seems like a move that will not just preferentially but overwhelmingly benefit affluent housewives.

From the heroine whose antics triggered the B.A.A. to act:

This woman is not merely selfish but a moron as well. Achieving a posted Boston Marathon qualifying time grants a runner access to the edition of the Boston Marathon that qualifying times pertains to. This is straightforward and how things have always operated.

No Woketastic WR story would be complete without Alison Desir—easily the most obvious scammer and flagrant imbecile ever to gain significant traction in running—offering ways to make the whole production even dumber.

When someone uses “birthing person” in place of “woman,” she is signaling that she is not just stupid but an asshole, too. And Desir has openly announced that she is no ally of women, or people of color, or runners, or anyone but herself and her racist cause by enthusiastically calling herself a disruptor.

Desir is just a bad person—cowardly, anti-intellectual, and dishonest—whereas lower-level Wokish operatives like Rom either do not or cannot think about the costs of their “victories” to others or they simply don’t care how many hassles, or “disruptions,” these costs introduce.

Rom, in fact, can’t even be consistent within the same paragraph, moving from “participants [who] identify as female” to “women” as she engages in a farrago of links to debunked, disputed, or irrelevant statistics.

After reading the WR story, someone e-mailed me with the same question you might have: “When is someone just going to politely say no to these idiots?”

The answer is “never,” because organizations like the B.A.A., the New York Road Runners, and running-gear companies have rid their ranks of anyone not on board with Wokish stupidities.

If I write to a general address at one of these organizations, I am not going to reach some frustrated long-time runner who understands how awash in toxic stupidity the demands of Zillennials are but can’t do anything but keep quiet and go along with it until it’s time to retire. I am going to reach the very kind of pink-haired white bozo from southwestern Connecticut or halfwit person of color with a master’s degree in a newly invented and demented branch of sociology—neither of them likely to be regular runners—who have hijacked these organizations by ejecting dissenters and recruiting fellow institutional arsonists. I am going to reach a chortling fucknut.

Stories like these, and organizations like the fallen B.A.A., could redeem themselves by at least pretending to care about poor minorities or the kind of social progress that lifts people who need it. Maybe, having already committed to this stupid bib-deferral plan, the B.A.A. could give the unused 2023 numbers to runners who can’t afford to pay the entry fee but arguably deserve a chance. I would start with the eight or nine million in just the extended Boston-Providence-Manchester-Worcester metropolitan area.

With moves like this one, Rom and other Wokish degenerates are just admitting that what they really care about, under all the rainbow-waving and #BLM chatter, is the ability of women who already enjoy prosperity and opportunity to continue to be the chief beneficiaries of Wokism. Most of these women are white, straight suburbanites.

Or they are women like Erin Strout, who go on and on about the low salaries of woman athletes without ever attending or watching women’s sporting events, admit they watch football (the male-only kind) on television, and then express honest confusion that television sports channels prioritize men’s sports.

This one is good, too. Strout has called for my own cancellation and been a huge fan of the practice overall for years. Yet now she’s against banning books. (Strout deleted the top tweet.)

None of the women mentioned in this story, especially the greedy wench whose selfish roaring catalyzed this change, are the kind of people who serve as inspiration for who women I know who run marathons, moms and otherwise. No one wants to hear about birthing people or how a generation of young adults has finally come along that is so overrun with selfish gadabouts—many living on the parental dime—that they truly can’t distinguish pushing for sensible, overdue changes and just being braying bastions of uncontrolled narcissism.

As for the Boston Marathon, it’s not the event it was only five years ago. Its organizers in that time have introduced a “nonbinary” option; allowed the lying, sociopathic cheater Latoya Snell take part; and banned Russian and Belarussians from entering (in place in 2022 but apparently not this year). Like The Simpsons, the race has been deteriorating for a long time and should probably be required to change its name to something else, even if they use the same course. Someone can sue for the rights to retire the current one for good, while the Patriots Day 26.2-miler that takes its place can be named the Hopkinton-to-Boston Marathon.

None of this really matters, I suppose, given that any decent runner can qualify for the Boston Marathon by ten minutes with a bad hangover, and is not yet at great risk of being shut out by any of the maneuvers in this reckless cascade. It’s become more a matter of whether people who have traditionally aimed to qualify for the Boston Marathon just to experience it from within now even view the event as worth the time, as it has shed nearly all the uniqueness and prestige it once possessed if favor of bowing to blinkered mini-mobs.