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Why There are no Sports in My New Book on TV

Every book on the history of television has a chapter (or more) on sports. Mine doesn’t. The reason is simple: I can’t watch a sports event without smelling my father’s cigar.

I don’t mean remembering; I mean smelling. Acrid, soggy chewed end in a large glass ashtray, my father’s cigars live in the DNA of my senses, ready to assault me with nausea at the mere sound of cheering fans at a…

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Cultural historian, media critic, feminist scholar. Website: bordocrossings.com

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Susan Bordo

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Cultural historian, media critic, feminist scholar. Website: bordocrossings.com

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