Steve Almond’s new book, Against Football, asks essentially the same question. How is it that a game which “in its exalted moments, is not just a sport, but a lovely and intricate form of art” also legitimizes, as he says, “a tolerance for violence, greed, racism, and homophobia”?
The roof leaks, the mortar’s crumbling, and oak tree roots have worked their way under the foundations. But the bones of the only Frank Lloyd Wright house in the state of Florida are still elegant and the cypress wood inside still the color of amber.
Maenads, suffragettes, sororities, or Brownies—there’s something about organized groups of women that scare men. What on Earth are those girls doing out there in the woods or up in the chapter room, all by themselves?