By WENDY SQUIRES
If ever there was a celebrity so likeable she could sell fur coats to PETA it is Australia’s singing sweetheart, Jessica Mauboy.
Her smile, her talent, her every girl appeal, I would defy anyone to disrespect the incredible singer, actress, and now, female face of the NRL.
But sadly, even such a failsafe marketer’s dream can’t polish the proverbial turd that is the continuing misogynistic embarrassment of football in this country, both NRL and AFL.
Don’t agree? Well here’s two words for you – Mad Monday. As teams are eliminated from finals towards the end of the season, they traditionally hold a piss up to celebrate, a combination of bonding, booze and blokes that is a recipe for disaster.
Let’s forget the past rapes, beatings, public urination, drunken brawls, lurid text messages, fingers up other players’ bums, biffo, sexist language and just plain disgraces that have marred the major codes and focus on the last couple of weeksshall we?