Women? Sure, if by women you mean whoever wakes up one morning, checks the mirror, and decides the testosterone-fueled body that once dunked on grown men now belongs in the ladies' league. That is the latest plot twist in the never-ending comedy of progressive sports.
A couple of former NBA players, Enes Kanter Freedom and Royce White, just declared themselves eligible for the 2027 WNBA draft. Their reasoning is pure gold. They looked at the league's big talk about self-identification and inclusion, then announced they identify as women. White even said he would be unstoppable. No kidding. Physics agrees with him.
The WNBA's collective bargaining agreement already states that only players who are women can play. Clear enough for normal people. But it never defines the word. Now the league is scrambling. Commissioner Cathy Engelbert sent a memo to teams about the sudden attention on transgender athletes. A task force of team presidents and general managers will discuss it next week. Important conversations. Nuanced topics. Listening sessions. All the usual corporate speak that means nobody wants to say the obvious out loud.
They are going to sit around a table and try to invent a definition of woman that keeps the activists happy without looking completely ridiculous when a 6-foot-10 guy with NBA experience shows up at the combine. Good luck with that. It is like trying to define water after years of insisting it is optional.
This is what happens when you let ideology drive the bus for a decade. The same people who spent years claiming sex is assigned at birth by a bigoted doctor with a crayon now have to explain why actual men are knocking on the door. Suddenly preserving the integrity of the game and ensuring fair competition are the highest priorities again. Yesterday biology was a social construct. Today it is a complicated legal problem that requires a committee.
Even a Supreme Court justice once refused to define a woman. She said she was not a biologist. Perfect. Maybe the WNBA should put her on the task force. She can sit there looking serious while everyone else argues over whether chromosomes count as hate speech. Meanwhile any kid with a basic science book already knows the difference. One set of humans produces the big gametes. The other produces the small ones. Everything else is commentary.
Women's sports exist because men and women are different. Different muscle mass. Different bone density. Different everything that matters when you are trying to put a ball through a hoop against someone who spent years competing against other men. Pretending otherwise does not make you compassionate. It makes you the person handing the trophy to the Great Dane at the poodle show and then wondering why the smaller dogs look stressed.
The woke playbook has always been the same. Demand absolute acceptance of every new identity. Mock anyone who notices biological reality. Then act shocked when that reality shows up with a resume and a lawyer. Kanter put it best. If simply declaring who you are is all that is required, then he meets every single requirement. He is not wrong. The league spent years cheerleading the idea. Now the idea is calling their bluff in size sixteen sneakers.
So what does the W stand for these days? It used to mean women. Real ones. The kind who grow up knowing they will never match the physical advantages of the average man, so they get their own league. Now it is starting to look more like Whatever Feels Convenient. Or We Need a Meeting. Or simply We Have No Idea Anymore.
Women's basketball does not need another task force. It needs adults willing to say the quiet part out loud. A woman is an adult human female. Full stop. If that definition offends the current fashion, then the fashion is the problem. Not the definition. And not the little girls who just want a fair shot at their own game without having to compete against guys who already had their turn in the men's league.
The scoreboard does not care about feelings. Neither does gravity. And neither should the WNBA.