This is sports reporting, by the Star's Damien Cox. (I added the link.)
Sharapova, in her seventh tournament back from shoulder surgery that put her on the shelf for nine months, was clearly the focus of attention in what turned out to be a rather pedestrian affair on a sultry evening that followed a broiling day of action at York University.
So is Sharapova really back? Is she looking like she might challenge again for No. 1 in the world after tumbling to No. 49?
Well, the answers were at best unclear, with Sharapova's 6-3, 6-4 victory rather less entertaining than the hit-and-giggle event beforehand that including former stars Martina Navratilova and Monica Seles, the brilliant Serena Williams and Canadian ace Aleksandra Wozniak.
Petrova's effort was riddled with errors, particularly with her uncooperative forehand, with the only drama being her pushback from down 5-2 in the third, twice staring down double-match point before succumbing.
This is sexism, by the Sun's Mike Strobel. (I added the boldface.)
Take a gander at the promos for the women's Rogers Cup this week.
Maria Sharapova, the world #49, is usually in the foreground.
Or at least her derriere is.
There's a "backhand me, buster" glint in her eye.
Defending champ Dinara Safina slouches saucily.
The Williams sister pose like they just busted your racket and chewed up your headband.
What are these women offering? Overhand volleys? Or a lapdance?
There is nothing wrong with this, of course. Especially if you are a male with a pulse.
In fact, it's a refreshing change from the dark ages of uber-feminism.
Now that men and women are equal, we can all get back to ogling each other.
Once upon a time, you were lucky if women tennis players bothered to shave their legs.
They wore spinster white and spectacles and had names like Billy Jean and Margaret.
Oh, they were good, all right. Just no sizzle.
Look, I get that sometimes a guy has to squeeze a column out on a slow news day. And I also get that Strobel is riffing on promotional posters rather than the actual matches. And I have no problem with sexy puns or references.
But demeaning world-class athletes with ''lapdance?''
''Backhand me buster?''
Where are the feminists men's rights activists?
UPPITY WOMAN DATE: I just had a good look at those posters again. There is nothing overtly sexual about them. They show women with strength, confidence and attitude. Just the kind of poses we would see male athletes strike.
But these are supposed to be come-ons?
(And yeah, I got the double entendre.)