The ringleader of the entire rotted bunch is an Instagram user known as FadeMeBets, who “declined to be named” because of concerns for his privacy—hilarious considering he’s charting the menstrual cycles of women who don’t know him and, quite frankly, could stuff his ass in a basketball hoop. He told Wired he’s been right on “11 out of 16 of his period-related predictions” and claims that his betting suggestions “bring more people to watch the WNBA,” but the downside is it’s “usually just all gamblers.”
Of course, it’s difficult for anyone to predict the period of the average woman without having intimate knowledge of her personal health (and even then, you could be entirely wrong), so it’s particularly weird to try and do this with professional athletes. Menstrual cycles can vary person-to-person based on lifestyle, weight, activity level, medical history, familial history, and whether or not the person is on any form of birth control.
In short, if you don’t know the person, you don’t know when they get their fucking period. Even if you do know them, that’s still fucking weird. And betting on it should get your internet privileges revoked.
FadeMeBets seemed to try and distance himself from the ickiness of it all, and Wired writes that he admitted these predications are “more art than science.” But his actions tell a different story. He starts most of his menstrual cycle prediction videos by telling the “boys” that they’ve “got a victim” (he claims it’s the betting line, not the players), and seems only vaguely aware of the problematic nature of suggesting a woman on her period is less capable of performing her job, be it athletic or otherwise.
He also admitted to Wired that he “should not have” left a comment on one of his videos about Chicago Sky point guard Courtney Vandersloot that read, “I also made sure to play with her feelings and manipulate her on an alt account to mess with her emotions before game time 😊.”
Playing the misogynist for internet clout is a tale as old as time, but doing it to promote gambling? There’s a new level in Hell opening up for you, and I hope it’s filled with period blood.
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