Sport is something I don’t write about often, because I find it dull. Unfortunately, the nation is sports obssessed, so when a kickball queen writes a book it makes the news.
So was the case today with somebody called Erin Phillips.
Never heard of her, but apparently Erin was awarded an Order of Australian for being good at kickball AND throwball!
Wow! Good job, Erin!
Her book, however, fixates on body-image issues she experienced age 16, by which stage she was already a professional athlete.
Poor Erin, right?
In the 20 seconds I spent Googling for evidence of tween Erin’s voluptuous embonpoint, I found nothing to substantiate her claim that elite athletes deserve sympathy.
Instead, I’d say the marketing angle for her book promotion is a nod to the “battler” persona most Australians falsely adopt.
“Waaah! When I was sixteen I was insecure just like a normal girl!”
I doubt Erin’s life has ever been normal.
Her subsequent career achievements (too dull and numerous to list here) mean this privileged wealthy white lesbian will never want for anything.
Except maybe more of the attention she so clearly craves.
And no doubt it was Team Australia that forced poor Erin to pose for ALPHA magazine in a SpencerLacy mesh fuchsia paisley print cami and knicker set.
I’m not sure how this segues with the “I hate my body!” premise of her book?
Which she didn’t write, by the way.