Wow, all of the comments that precede mine are an embarrassment to HN, demonstrate the swift defensive attacks that preclude any possibility of dialogue, and reinforce the notion many have of bro-cognitive dissonance.
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Since when is liking sports a professional requirement?
From her description he seems to have that kind of attitude, including calling women "chicks".
But as she states in her article, she kept to herself. There is no indication that she share this point of view with him, and more indication that she did not. She specifically stated he knows nothing about her.
In that same paragraph she talked about his innapropriate and unprofessional behavior. If you had any sympathy for what it might be like being a woman, you might be a little more forgiving of her hyperbole, and less forgiving of his calling women "chicks". You might have been taken aback that he went to the manager because he felt "uncomfortable", pointing out that the person who is most justified in feeling uncomfortable was her.
She's looking for slights and grievances wherever she can find them. She should have gone to her manager if "chicks" truly upset her. It would have been much more professional than taking to Tumblr and making issue public before he or the company have a chance to respond.
Or do you specifically object to her use of the term "Rapey"? Even then I disagree with your characterization.
[1] https://www.insidehighered.com/news/2015/10/26/louisville-ba...
I have no problem with hating sports, I hate sports. She can hate sports too, great! Claiming that college sports are for rapists is extremely unnerving.
"I think the entire college sports organization is embarrassing, antiquated and Rapey with a capital 'R.'"
Organization, as in "institution."
"Tangentially, I think the entire college sports organization is embarrassing, antiquated and Rapey with a capital “R.” It drives tuitions up and gives a small niche of bumbling bro-bots the lifelong expectation that they will be able to skirt through life without brains, manners, or ever learning the idea of earned respect. “I can twirl a basketball on my finger, how dare you not want to fuck me.” And so on."
Based on this quote (and the rest of her essay), it does not surprise me at all that someone would feel uncomfortable around her. That person handled it maturely by going to management to mention it instead of trying to deal with it themselves.