According to the bio on her website, “Nancy Jo Sales is a New York Times bestselling author and award-winning journalist.” And that may very well be the case.
What the bio fails to mention is that she is also insane.
While a whole lot of people were busy enjoying last night’s Super Bowl, Nancy was busy asking questions that literally no one else was asking:
What is football? What are cheerleaders? How do they connect to misogyny, militarism and rape culture? Are we allowed to ask these questions today? When Americans are enjoying they bread and cheeses dishes and beer? Not unless we want to have our throats slit.
— Nancy Jo Sales (@nancyjosales) February 3, 2020
Sounds to us like homegirl’s got some issues.
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— Whatevs II (@joesichspach) February 3, 2020
— the posting menace (@meohmyapplepie) February 3, 2020
— Clinterjack (@SNADoubleAche) February 3, 2020
Ok…. pic.twitter.com/FcaQc2SxsI
— Nunyah Bizness (@NunyahBizness1) February 3, 2020
— Louis DelValle (@ldelvalle) February 3, 2020
— LegacyFuel (@LegacyFuel) February 3, 2020
I bet your Super Bowl party was lit!
— Steve Vaughn (@SteveVaughn) February 3, 2020
You're weird
— Belinda (@belindam9_) February 3, 2020
What the hell are you talking about?
— Sheeple (@Belgiantrinady) February 3, 2020
Wtf is wrong with you?
— Eitan Sasson (@eitansasson) February 3, 2020
There’s always someone with the hot take.
— Eric Phillips ?? (@EricPhillipsUSA) February 3, 2020
Never fails.
Omg no one ever notices my tweets but when I *don't* diss football…?
— Nancy Jo Sales (@nancyjosales) February 3, 2020
Yeah, this isn’t dissing football. Plenty of people don’t care about football. But it’s a safe bet that even most of those people’s minds don’t see a direct line from football to misogyny, militarism, and rape culture, and they’re not too worried about having their throats slit while eating cheese.
Interesting when just asking questions—or actually *not* asking questions—brings out such defensiveness…. Whew, America ?
— Nancy Jo Sales (@nancyjosales) February 3, 2020
Bless your heart, Nancy.
