Oh, Canada… I thought you were a country where liking hockey didn’t have a gender. Women and men hockey fans screaming for (or at, in the case of Toronto) their teams in harmony.
And then you go and do something like this: “Puck bunny watchers are about to skate into overtime. Or at the very least convince their significant others to get into the game one night per week. W Network confirmed on Monday afternoon that its latest reality offering, Hockey Wives, is lighting up the screens come March[.]”
What does that even mean? What in the heck is a “puck bunny watcher” and why do I feel it is horribly insulting? Where has my fantasy of hockey fandom equality gone?
I mean, it seems to me that a puck bunny watcher would be someone who watches puck bunnies… which are supposed to be female hockey fans who only watch so they can stare at sexy men… who are completely covered in armor and padding?
Oh, Canada… you mean you added “puck bunny” to the dictionary? And it means, “a young female hockey fan, esp. one motivated more by a desire to watch, meet, or become esp. sexually involved with the players than by an interest in the sport itself.”
Well, heaven forbid that any fan should want to meet the players of the sport they’re watching! What kind of REAL fan wants to actually meet players instead of sit in front of a computer tallying up advanced statistics and never actually watching the game for the pure joy of competition and athleticism on display? How dare young female fans desire to watch their favorite players? How dare young women get crushes on handsome professional athletes, as if they have nothing better to do?
Is this show supposed to be a primer for the puck bunny – here’s how to get a hockey husband? Or are the lives of women who happen to be married to professional athletes so interesting that the so-called puck bunnies would get their spouses to watch this show?
Come on, Canada. If a woman wants to watch hockey, she will probably be watching hockey, whether you call her a puck bunny or not. If she doesn’t, no reality “wives” show is going to turn anyone into a hockey fan.
Can’t we just all be fans, screaming for our teams, proudly wearing (or disgustedly tossing, in the case of Toronto) our jerseys and hoping that this could be the night we get to lose our hats?