‘This is a pic of no one!’ Carpenter live-tweets DC Health Link’s O-care help

‘This is a pic of no one!’ Carpenter live-tweets DC Health Link’s O-care help

As Twitchy reported, Amanda Carpenter has been struggling with the “freaking infuriating” Obamacare enrollment process. She has been live-tweeting her attempts to, you know, comply with the law as a Senate staffer.

DC Health Link was to help Senate staffers enroll in Obamacare on Tuesday. Amanda Carpenter live-tweeted the experience.




Learning from their boss Obama, we see. Way to lead by example, champ! Evidently, your time is not worth as much as theirs, Senate staffers who are being forced to comply with a horrendous law!

The wait continued:


Success? For a certain value of “success”:






Will this enrollment attempt finally “take”? Stay tuned! In the meantime, this Twitter user has a wise suggestion:



Lady smarts!


‘Freaking infuriating’: Amanda Carpenter still wrestling with insurance marketplace

‘Crash crash crash’: Amanda Carpenter live-tweets Obamacare sign-up experience

Bam-tastic! Amanda Carpenter sums up difference between Obamacare supporters and opponents

Full Twitchy coverage of Amanda Carpenter

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2013/12/03/this-is-a-pic-of-no-one-amanda-carpenter-live-tweets-dc-health-links-obamacare-enrollment-help/

19 Unforgettable Children's Books That Celebrate Diversity

19 Unforgettable Children’s Books That Celebrate Diversity

Go beyond all the same old stories.

1. The Princess Cupcake Jones series by Yllena Fields

This African-American princess goes on adventures all kids can relate to in these books which feature mellifluous rhymes and attractive illustrations.

2. Please, Puppy, Please by Spike Lee & Tonya Lewis Lee

The acclaimed filmmaker (Do The Right Thing, Malcolm X) and his wife wrote this book about a pair of energetic toddlers who meet an even more energetic puppy. The duo also wrote the companion book, Please, Baby, Please.

3. Curlilocks and the Three Pink Pandas by Yolanda King

This clever twist on the classic fairy tale features adorable illustrations and a good lesson.

4. Hot, Hot Roti for Dada-ji by F. Zia

An Indian-American boy’s grandfather shares with his grandson his adventures as a boy in India (trying to tie cobras in knots!) and his love of Indian cuisine.

5. Rifka Takes A Bow by Betty Rosenberg Perlov

Set in the 1920s, Rifka is the daughter of actors in the Yiddish Theater who one day finds herself center stage.

6. Bee-Bim Bop! by Linda Sue Park

Newbery Medal winner Park has woven a delightful tale about a modern Korean-American family and the delicious food they enjoy.

7. The Name Jar by Yangsook Choi

When Unhei moves to America from Korea, she vows to change her name because she worries that her new classmates won’t be able to pronounce it. The sweet twist is that, when her classmates learn of her name’s meaning, they urge her to keep it.

8. King For A Day by Rukhsana Khan

Set in the spring during the centuries-old Basant Festival, King For A Day tells the story of Malik, a boy who uses a wheelchair, as he competes with other kids in the traditional sport of kite fighting.

9. Niño Wrestles the World by Yuyi Morales

This quirky tale introduces the world to Niño, a wrestling-loving Mexican kid who takes on and defeats a series of increasingly formidable foes.

10. The Cazuela That the Farm Maiden Stirred by Samantha R. Vamos

Deftly mixing words in both Spanish and English, this beautifully-illustrated book dramatizes the making of a heaping pot of arroz con leche.

11. Starring Hillary by Kathy Caple

A little girl — anthropomorphized as a cat — worries that she might not win a part in the school play because she’s “a little on the round side,” but when she embraces who she is she impresses at the audition.

12. Fly Away Home by Eve Bunting

This book is a starkly honest portrayal of a homeless boy and his father who live in an airport terminal.

13. Mommy’s New Tattoo: A Bedtime Story for People by Levi Greenacres

Written by a tattooist, this alternative bedtime story is about a little girl who visits a tattoo parlor with her mother and learns about the beauty — and lasting consequences — of body art.

14. Keeping Up With Roo by Sharlee Glenn

This poignant story is about Gracie, a girl whose best friend is her Aunt Roo. However, when Gracie grows older and realizes her aunt is mentally challenged, she worries about what people will think about her.

15. Crazy Horse’s Vision by Joseph Bruchac

Abenaki author Bruchac dramatizes the childhood of legendary Native American hero, Crazy Horse, back when he was known as “Curly” because of his curly hair.

16. Susan Laughs by Jeanne Willis

Susan is a little girl who can do everything her peers do. On the last page, however, it is revealed that Susan uses a wheelchair.

17. Mommy, Mama, and Me & Daddy, Papa, and Me by Lesléa Newman

These books follow a pair of toddlers as their loving same-sex parents take care of them.

18. The Boy With Pink Hair by Perez Hilton

A little boy who is teased for being different learns to appreciate his uniqueness thanks to his parents and best friend.

19. I Am Jazz by by Jessica Herthel & Jazz Jennings

Co-author Jazz Jennings tells the story of her real-life experiences as a transgender child.

Read more: http://www.buzzfeed.com/mikespohr/19-unforgettable-childrens-books-that-celebrate-diversity

TMI: Martha Stewart oops-tweets a cryptic message; hilarity ensues

TMI: Martha Stewart oops-tweets a cryptic message; hilarity ensues

Huh? RT @marthastewart: OiI

— Shauna R. (@slr) April 22, 2013

Oh dear. Cryptic message? DM gone wrong? Worse, this was Martha Stewart’s previous tweet.

Matrix lunch at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. All women honorees

— Martha Stewart (@MarthaStewart) April 22, 2013

Women honorees and oil? Too much information, Martha. We do not want to know. Twitter users, however, do want to know. Or, at least, they want to venture some guesses and mock like the wind!

I love it when Martha gets all cryptic. RT @marthastewart: OiI

— vera m. (@missverasays) April 22, 2013

@marthastewart Black gold?Texas Tea?

— Zac Morris (@ZacWolf) April 22, 2013

@marthastewart Water

— Jessica Tanner (@jtanner25) April 22, 2013

@marthastewart coconut for stovetop popcorn

— Anne-Marie Lindsey (@DoNotFaint) April 22, 2013

@marthastewart Oil is this countries worse enemy and the men behind destroying our planet and every single person on this planet!!!

— PamelaAnnMargarWalsh (@AngelClover1948) April 22, 2013

Oh, honey.

@marthastewart oh my god what happing

— mohamed ali (@medbunss) April 22, 2013

@marthastewart wrestling?

— Justyouraverage guy (@Justyouravrgguy) April 22, 2013

Oh no. Thanks bunches for that visual.

No War For RT @marthastewart: OiI

— Sam Knight (@samknight1) April 22, 2013

RT @igorbobic It’s a good thing RT @marthastewart: OiI

— Brian Beutler (@brianbeutler) April 22, 2013

More, please!

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2013/04/22/tmi-martha-stewart-oops-tweets-a-cryptic-message-hilarity-ensues/

How bad was he? This Eric Holder, Sebelius analogy is perfect

How bad was he? This Eric Holder, Sebelius analogy is perfect

As Twitchy readers know, Attorney General Eric Holder is reportedly resigning. Sen. Schumer rushed in with a disgusting and delusional claim. But this analogy is the winner:

Eric Holder was to justice as Kathleen Sebelius was to web design.

— Chris Stigall (@ChrisStigall) September 25, 2014


Good one. RT@MelissaTweets: RT @ChrisStigall: Eric Holder was to justice as Kathleen Sebelius was to web design.

— Dave Alexander (@DaveAlexander3) September 25, 2014


Does THIS absurd tweet about Eric Holder prove Sen. Schumer is ‘delusional’? (Spoiler: OMG yes)

‘Good Lord!’ This claim about Eric Holder is Chuck Todd’s most idiotic lie yet (No, for serious)

Holder resignation ‘just a coincidence?’ Pro wrestling’s Eric Bischoff doesn’t seem to think so

Whoa: ‘Department of Scandal’ getting a vacancy? Eric Holder reportedly resigning

So, why’s Eric Holder resigning now? Here’s one promising theory

GROAN! Sally Kohn’s reason Eric Holder won’t be moving to Salem, Mass. is hack-tastic

Better call Saul! You should consider these #HolderReplacementNominees [photos]

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2014/09/25/how-bad-was-he-this-eric-holder-kathleen-sebelius-analogy-is-perfect/

The Odd Squad: You’ll never guess who Donald Rumsfeld hung out with [photo]

The Odd Squad: You’ll never guess who Donald Rumsfeld hung out with [photo]

Well, here’s something you don’t see every day!

With #PaulRevere Artie Muller #BillyRayCyrus Donald Rumsfeld at #RollingThunder. pic.twitter.com/P2skT8kv1G

— Nancy Sinatra (@NancySinatra) October 17, 2014

Donald Rumsfeld and … Nancy Sinatra? Given Sinatra’s feelings about Republicans and conservatives in general, it’s definitely a little jarring to see her smiling with Rumsfeld. And indeed, some of her followers didn’t dig it:

@NancySinatra Rumsfeld, one of the treasonous war criminals in W's administration? How disappointing.

— diAnnA's bayou (@Cajun_Manor) October 17, 2014

@NancySinatra I think that I would have cut Rumsfeld out of this picture and bet Frank would have felt the same way.

— Rebel Rouser (@bubbadeloach) October 17, 2014

But Rolling Thunder is a cause near and dear to Sinatra’s heart, and she made it clear to her followers what this was all about:

We were honored to have someone from the White House show up and support the cause. @bubbadeloach

— Nancy Sinatra (@NancySinatra) October 17, 2014

Please try to remember it's not about politics. It's about our veterans. @bubbadeloach

— Nancy Sinatra (@NancySinatra) October 17, 2014

#RollingThunder is about veterans not politics. Let's keep our eye on the ball. 😉@Cajun_Manor

— Nancy Sinatra (@NancySinatra) October 17, 2014

@NancySinatra I support the Vets completely. Just don't have any use for those whose lies caused the deaths of so many.

— Rebel Rouser (@bubbadeloach) October 17, 2014

I understand. We can hate war and still support our troops and veterans. @bubbadeloach

— Nancy Sinatra (@NancySinatra) October 17, 2014

@NancySinatra @bubbadeloach As one of those veterans, thank you.

— Ken (@angrypuppyfilms) October 17, 2014

@NancySinatra @Cajun_Manor you tell them Nancy ! Roll On

— robert (@bardorobot) October 17, 2014




Donald Rumsfeld reminisces as 80th birthday nears; Left attacks him

Donald Rumsfeld: Save Olympic wrestling!

Donald Rumsfeld wishes outgoing Defense Sec. Leon Panetta well

Rumsfeld honors Iraq anniversary; Rob Delaney tweets ‘blood-gargling psychopath,’ sickos spew death wishes

‘Putin is punching way above his weight class': Donald Rumsfeld weighs in on Ukraine

Donald Rumsfeld has ‘absolutely no idea’ if his tax return is accurate

Nancy Sinatra asks Charlie Daniels to perform for Rolling Thunder

Nancy Sinatra asks GOP women to ‘snap out of it’

Her boots are made for bravely running away: Nancy Sinatra blocks Twitter users, falsely flags them as spam

‘It’s tragic': Nancy Sinatra mourns SCOTUS ruling’s impact on ‘We the (little) People’

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2014/10/17/the-odd-squad-youll-never-guess-who-donald-rumsfeld-hung-out-with-photo/

Donald Rumsfeld: Save Olympic wrestling!

Donald Rumsfeld: Save Olympic wrestling!

Rumsfeld is right. There are a lot of sports that should be eliminated before wrestling. Here are just a few:

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2013/02/13/donald-rumsfeld-save-olympic-wrestling/

Our 9 Favorite Feature Stories This Week: Flashdance's Origins, Snowden, And The Front Lines In Ferguson

Our 9 Favorite Feature Stories This Week: Flashdance’s Origins, Snowden, And The Front Lines In Ferguson

This week for BuzzFeed, Soraya Roberts tells the true story behind Flashdance — and asks whether those who inspired it deserve more. Read that and these other great stories from around BuzzFeed and the web.

1. What Hurt Feelings: The Untold Story Of The 31-Year Battle Over “Flashdance” — BuzzFeed

Since 1983, a photographer and two dancers have been quietly fighting to get credit for the blockbuster they say they directly inspired. Now they’re getting louder. Read it at BuzzFeed.

2. You’re 16. You’re a Pedophile. So What Do You Do Now?Matter

Illustration by Simon Prades for Matter

A haunting and important story by Luke Malone that confronts an uncomfortable reality: pedophiles, especially young ones, are given no resources, no help. Could that change? Read it at Matter.

3. The Most Wanted Man in the WorldWired


In an unprecedented profile, James Bamford spends three days with Snowden in a Moscow hotel room: “But in all my work, I’ve never run across anyone quite like Snowden. He is a uniquely postmodern breed of whistle-blower.” Read it at Wired.

4. The Rise of Beefcake Yoga — The New York Times Magazine

Amy Lombard for The New York Times

Yoga and professional wrestling weren’t the likeliest combination — until wrestling legend Diamond Dallas Page got involved: “From 2001 to 2011, more than 2,000 trademark applications containing the word ‘yoga’ were filed, including ones for Metal Yoga, Broga and Hillbilly Yoga. But Page’s yoga was unique in its W.W.E.-like blend of manliness and goofiness. ” Read it at the New York Times Magazine.

5. The Civil Rights Movement Is Going In Reverse In Alabama — The New Republic

AP Photo/Dave Martin

Jason Zengerle travels to Alabama to profile state senator Hank Sanders and the rapid changes happening to that state’s legislature: “In recent years, however, the trajectory of Sanders’s story has been abruptly—and just as inexorably—reversed. In 2010, Republicans took over the Alabama Senate and Sanders lost his chairmanship; in the four years since, he’s watched as the new GOP majority has systematically dismantled much of his life’s work.” Read it at the New Republic.

6. How A Small-Time Handicapper Concocted A Wild MLB Game-Fixing TaleThe Center For Investigative Reporting

David Santiago/El Nuevo Herald / MCT

In 2012, Major League Baseball investigators started hearing rumors that Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Jeff Locke was conspiring to fix baseball games. But the truth was far more complicated than that. Read it at The Center For Investigative Reporting.

7. We Don’t Need No EducationOutside

Penny Hewitt for Outside

What happens when two boys grow up with no formal schooling whatsoever — not even homeschooling? Ben Hewitt and his wife, Penny, are finding out firsthand. Read it at Outside.

8. The Front Lines of FergusonGrantland

The death of Michael Brown and 48 hours at the center of an American crisis in Ferguson, Missouri. Read it at Grantland.

9. How Wiz Khalifa Became Rap’s Most Unlikely Inspirational Figure — BuzzFeed

David Camerena

Between stoner cackles, Wiz Khalifa has become one of this generation’s most influential rappers. Eight years into his career, can he maintain that success? Read it at BuzzFeed

Read more: http://www.buzzfeed.com/sandraeallen/our-9-favorite-feature-stories-this-week-8-11

Russert tweets ‘must-read’ about ‘beloved’ wrestling captain Dzhokhar Tsarnaev

Russert tweets ‘must-read’ about ‘beloved’ wrestling captain Dzhokhar Tsarnaev

Alleged Boston Marathon bomber Dzhokhar Tsarnaev has just been charged with conspiring to use a weapon of mass destruction. But hey, it’s important that we don’t let that overshadow his achievements as a high school wrestling captain! At least that’s what this tweet by Luke Russert suggests:

Must read by @sipetethamel on how Dzhokar was a beloved wrestling captain in high school: sportsillustrated.cnn.com/more/news/2013… #Boston

— Luke Russert (@LukeRussert) April 22, 2013

For the record, the word “beloved” doesn’t appear anywhere in the article. Russert came up with that all on his own. How sweet.

Gross. RT “@redsteeze: Pass RT @lukerussert Must read by @sipetethamel on how Dzhokar was a beloved wrestling captain in high school:”

— LilMissRightie (@LilMissRightie) April 22, 2013

What is with this creepy need to humanize a monster? What purpose could it possibly serve other than slapping victims’ families and friends in their faces?

@lukerussert @sipetethamel Gentlemen w/ all respect I think most of us in Watertown are sick of hearing what a great kid he was.

— Scott Shuster (@Scottshuster11) April 22, 2013

Absolutely reprehensible.

Hell no. MT @lukerussert: Must read by @sipetethamel on how Dzhokar was a beloved wrestling captain in high school

— AG (@AG_Conservative) April 22, 2013

@ag_conservative @lukerussert @sipetethamel This humanization of a terrorist is starting to really piss me off.

— Edmund Jr.(@EdmundMP) April 22, 2013

Hey @lukerussert, @sipetethamel, you realize that all of this motherfucking shithead’s “good deeds” go away when he blows shit up, right?

— Harry(@Tark31) April 22, 2013

A must read from you = don’t read MT @lukerussert: Must read by @sipetethamel on how Dzhokar was a beloved wrestling captain in high school

— Matthew H.(@Matthops82) April 22, 2013

@michellemalkin @lilmissrightie @redsteeze @lukerussert @sipetethamel AND HITLER LIKED DOGS. HUMANIZE EVIL WE MUCH.

— Hugo Hackenbush(@MangyLover) April 22, 2013

No. Won’t be reading about Hitler’s painting or vegetarianism either MT @lukerussert: Must read on how Dzhokar was a beloved wrestling capt

— Harold Stickeehands (@StickeeNotes) April 22, 2013

. @lukerussert @sipetethamel A beloved wrestling captain who killed and maimed children. Not impressed.

— Bobbi Jo Rohrberg (@BobbiJoR) April 22, 2013

That’s right. Martin Richard will never have a chance to go to high school.

.@lukerussert @sipetethamel Also – he set an explosive device right next to an 8-year-old little boy, grinned, and walked away.

— bitterclinger (@nvm624) April 22, 2013

8-year old never got chance. RT ‏@lukerussert Must read by @sipetethamel on how Dzhokar was a beloved wrestling captain in high school:

— bradcundiff (@bradcundiff) April 22, 2013

Stop trying to humanize a terrorist who set a bomb by a fucking EIGHT YEAR OLD BOY. FUCK HIM and FUCK YOU. @lukerussert @sipetethamel

— Harry(@Tark31) April 22, 2013



Amanda Palmer urges empathy for bombing suspect Dzhokhar Tsarnaev

#apoemfordzhokhar: Greg Gutfeld, Twitterers destroy Dzhokhar Tsarnaev empathizer Amanda Palmer

Read more: http://twitchy.com/2013/04/22/awful-russert-tweets-must-read-about-beloved-wrestling-captain-dzhokhar-tsarnaev/

Life For Millions Of People Goes A Little Something Like This

Life For Millions Of People Goes A Little Something Like This

Soul singer and rapper Aloe Blacc adds his beautiful voice to something that a lot of families are wrestling with right now in our country, and likely will be for a long time. But trust me on this one … don’t just fire this up as a “background music” kind of thing, or you’ll totally miss the point.

Read more: http://upworthy.com/life-for-millions-of-people-goes-a-little-something-like-this-2

The Woman Who KO’d Manny Pacquiao

The Woman Who KO’d Manny Pacquiao

One of the very few women judges in boxing history rose to the pinnacle of her sport, judging dozens of title fights, until two controversial decisions ended it all. This is the story of CJ Ross.

Judge CJ Ross looks on as Timothy Bradley battles Manny Pacquiao during their WBO welterweight title fight at MGM Grand Garden Arena on June 9, 2012 in Las Vegas, Nevada. Jeff Bottari / Getty Images

LAS VEGAS — The shower of lights and crackle of camera flashes set off a round of whoops throughout the MGM Grand Garden Arena last month. Then came the soaring chorus of “Roar,” the Katy Perry pop empowerment anthem: “’Cause I am a champion, and you’re going to hear me roar.”

Manny Pacquiao buoyantly marched into the arena. He raised a gloved fist in acknowledgment of the crowd, which included actors Jack Nicholson and Jake Gyllenhall, NBA Hall of Famer Charles Barkley, and rapper 50 Cent. As the music died down, the faithful started up chants of “Manny! Manny! Manny!”

Then everyone waited for the real champion.

A red-hatted rapper heralded the arrival of Timothy Bradley: “And for the record I never lost,” intoned Fashawn. The song — pitched as an anthem for Bradley, the World Boxing Organization’s reigning welterweight titlist — was titled “Champion.”

The silence that greeted the end of the song was the sound of skepticism. By the time Bradley stepped into the ring, a cascade of boos rained down on him.

Bradley defiantly raised his dark green gloves to the roof and basked in the ridicule. He was the champion and owned the title belt, even if few people wanted to accept it. In June 2012, he had won it from the man in the other corner: Pacquiao (pronounced Pack-EE-ow), the only fighter in the sport’s history to win world titles in eight divisions and a heavy favorite according to Las Vegas sports books.

This was a rematch of that fight, and most of the spectators wanted vindication — for Pacquiao, sure, but also against the judges whom they felt had robbed their man of the title: Duane Ford and one of the only women ever to serve in that role, Cynthia Jo “CJ” Ross. It was their scorecards that clinched a split decision victory, and thus the title belt, for Bradley.

Almost no one agreed with them. Harold Lederman, HBO’s erstwhile — and rarely uncertain — on-camera judge, scored that fight 119-109 for Pacquiao. That sounds close, but in boxing’s scoring system it means he thought Manny won 11 of 12 rounds. “Pacquiao beat the shit out of him,” Lederman later told BuzzFeed.

CompuBox, which tallies the number of punches thrown and landed, showed an even more lopsided score: Pacquiao landed 253 of 751 punches (34%) while Bradley connected on 111 of 839 punches (13%).

Even the new champ had seemed confused: “I’ll have to look at the tape to see if I won,” Bradley said in a post-fight interview.

What resulted was public outrage, most of it focused on Ford and Ross. “I’ve never been as ashamed of the sport of boxing as I am tonight,” said promoter Bob Arum, who got his start in the business nearly 50 years ago. “These people don’t know how to score, they really don’t. What the hell were these people watching?” The WBO soon assembled a panel to review the fight, and it too decided Pacquiao had prevailed by a wide margin.

Pacquiao decided not to file a protest, and Bradley retained the title belt. Ford, who maintained Bradley had given Pacquiao “a boxing lesson,” was subsequently named president of the North American Boxing Federation (NABF).

And Ross? She returned to the ringside: She judged 37 more fights over the next 15 months, 10 of them with a championship at stake, and all but three of them on the Vegas Strip.

Ross might have kept her reputation and career intact if not for an assignment last fall: a championship bout between Floyd “Money” Mayweather — boxing’s biggest draw and the highest-paid athlete in the world, according to Forbes magazine — and undefeated challenger Saul “Canelo” Alvarez on Sept. 14, 2013.

Her scorecard would diverge even more sharply from the other judges and boxing insiders. In a fight virtually everyone else thought Mayweather won decisively, Ross scored it a draw.

This time, she was entirely on her own. And the vitriol unleashed against her was surprising even for boxing, where judging controversies are as common as concussions.

ESPN analyst and longtime boxing trainer Teddy Atlas made perhaps the most damning remarks during a post-fight rant on SportsCenter: “That criminal, that corrupt … incompetent, whatever you want to call her,” he said. “This is the second time she’s done this.”

It would be her last fight. Two days later, Ross sent an email to the Nevada Athletic Commission saying she planned to step away from the sport she had judged for more than 30 years. “I will be taking some time off from boxing but will keep in touch,” Ross wrote.

If she was hoping for redemption last month in the Pacquiao-Bradley rematch, she didn’t get it. Pacquiao won — unanimously.

Cynthia Ross, in Pahrump, Nevada in April of 2014. Photograph by Alex Federowicz for BuzzFeed

This is a story about how a thrice-divorced, 65-year-old grandmother made her way into that ringside seat, perched on the edge for the best view, her eyes straight ahead.

This very ordinary woman has led an extraordinary life. With no particular expertise or network, Ross worked her way up from the very bottom rungs of the sport to its glamorous pinnacle. In an ultra-macho sport, this woman helped control the fates of some of the wealthiest athletes in the world.

And then she fell, fast and hard.

“I’m not sure where I stand with boxing at the moment,” she said recently while sitting in her living room, where many of her belongings were already packed and awaiting a move to Dayton, Ohio.

“I think they wanted to take me out of the limelight.”

“They” is the Nevada Athletic Commission, which regulates unarmed combat sports — including amateur and professional boxing — within the state. Among its duties is licensing and assigning judges. Ross’ offer to take time off was clearly an effort to beat the commission to the punch; she hasn’t yet submitted an application to be licensed again and it’s doubtful it would be approved, given her notoriety.

The conventional wisdom is: Good riddance. She rose above her competence and made terrible decisions.

The reality is far more complex. The venom she suffered was unusually intense and contained an element of sexism, as hard to pin down as it is to dismiss. But there is something more fundamental, something that exposes a secret about boxing: Except in the most lopsided of fights, it’s often hard to tell who won. And in at least one of the fights that brought her down, C.J. Ross might well have gotten it right.

Gerry Cooney, right, begins to fall to the canvas during the 13th round of the World Heavyweight Championship bout against Larry Holmes, June 12, 1982, in Las Vegas. AP Photo

Ross didn’t think much of “The Great White Hope” and wasn’t afraid to tell her friends so.

It was June 1982, and Ross and her third husband Melvin Ross were watching a heavyweight title fight between champion Larry Holmes and undefeated challenger Gerry Cooney at the Caesar’s Palace Hotel & Casino in Lake Tahoe. Her husband hosted a fight party at the casino, which was about 30 miles from their home in Gardnerville, Nevada.

This was before pay-per-view became the standard viewing option in boxing. Instead, people would pay a cover charge to watch big fights at a movie theater, community center, or gymnasium.

The hype that preceded this bout was stoked by racial tension: There hadn’t been a white world heavyweight champion in 22 years, and many white boxing fans looked to Cooney to reclaim the title. Cooney studiously avoided questions about race, but members of Cooney’s camp wore shirts that read “Not the White Man, but the Right Man.”

Cooney was the huge favorite among boxing fans in Gardnerville, the Ross’ hometown of about 3,000 where 90% of the population was white. It also once had a reputation for being a “sundown town,” a place where people of color had to be out of town by nightfall.

But as the fight unfolded, the 5-foot-tall, blue-eyed blonde wasn’t swayed by the bias of her friends. “They were all cheering for Cooney and making noise every time he landed a punch. But I didn’t see it.” In that room of mostly men, she looked especially smart in the 13th round, when Cooney’s trainer threw in the towel as his fighter reeled under Holmes blows.

By the night of the Holmes-Cooney fight, Ross had lived in Gardnerville for about two years. She moved there from San Diego with her 3-year-old son Kristopher, looking for work in draft and design after divorcing her second husband. Fifteen-year-old daughter Denise stayed in California with her father, Ross’ first husband.

Ross often attended Gardnerville’s annual Cow Pasture Boxing Festival, which ran from 1973-1991 and was held outdoors behind an old hotel.The last three fight cards were broadcast on an emerging all-sports cable power called ESPN.

She also met Melvin, who worked as head of security at the former Caesar’s Palace casino in Reno (now Harrah’s Reno). On the nights when he’d work fights at the casino, Ross would tag along and help him issue credentials to boxing officials and media members. It was there that she saw upcoming stars like Evander Holyfield, Tommy Morrison, and Ray “Boom Boom” Mancini.

“It wasn’t that I was a fan of any particular boxer,” Ross said. “I was curious about what judges looked at and what made them decide who was winning a fight. Because visually, I could see things a little differently.”

Soon enough, because boxing is in perpetual need of officials to work fights around the country — especially in less-traveled locales like northern Nevada — Ross was recruited into the tight-knit fraternity of boxing officials. Yes, fraternity.

At the highest levels of professional boxing, women are rarely in any positions of influence or power. There are no licensed female promoters in Nevada, none who run the major boxing organizations that award titles and rank fighters, and only one (Pat Lundvall, a partner in a Las Vegas-based law firm) sits on the five-member Nevada State Athletic Commission.

The numbers aren’t much better among the ranks of referees or judges, though things have certainly come a long way since October 1984. It was then when the chairman of the New York State Athletic Commission announced plans to name three female judges to the “Marvelous” Marvin Hagler-Mustafa Hamsho middleweight championship bout at Madison Square Garden. One of Hagler’s handlers complained that “it’s a man’s game” and “there’s going to be a lot of blood and I don’t want the three judges throwing up.” Only Eva Shain, the first woman to serve as a judge at a heavyweight championship match, ended up working the fight.

Nearly 30 years later, it remains very much a man’s world: BoxRec.com, an online wiki-based boxing encyclopedia, counts only 12 women, Ross included, among its list of 473 current and former judges.

Women are most conspicuous in the sport as objects of the male gaze. From press conferences to photo events arranged by beer companies to breaks in between rounds, teams of scantily clad models move among crowds in halter tops and hot pants.

“Eye candy” is what Caitlin O’Connor, a 24-year-old from West Hollywood, calls herself and the legions of other models who work boxing events. In one of her more awkward assignments, O’Connor was told to stand behind Arum during the post-fight press conference for the Pacquiao-Bradley rematch. She was there mostly to smile and occasionally whisper questions from the press corps into the left ear of the hard-of-hearing 82-year-old promoter. “They wanted girls behind Bob so people would listen. I guess I was the girl to draw attention with my red hair.”

There is no easy way into one of the three judges’ seats at a prizefight. Anyone interested must start first with Nevada’s amateur boxing program, which is run by the Barry family from a sooty white-block building in a warehouse district in the shadow of the Strip. There, surprisingly, women do hold sway.

The head of the program is Dawn Sanchez. She’s married to Augie “Kid Vegas” Sanchez, who handed Mayweather one of his last defeats in the ring, as an amateur. She’s also the only child of a pair of Las Vegas police officers who turned their love of boxing into a family-owned business.

The pugilistic partnership got its start in the late 1970s, when her father Pat Barry was a middling prizefighter from New York in need of a manager. Her mother, Dawn Barry, figured she couldn’t do much worse than his current agent. Then — much more than today — boxing wasn’t particularly welcoming of female intrusion. But over the years, Dawn Barry and Dawn Sanchez started teaching the sport to men.

Dawn Sanchez makes no qualms about the commitment needed to climb through the amateur ranks. “It takes a lot of consistency and dedication,” she said. Candidates must first attend a certification clinic, which is usually held once or twice a year and is where the rules of the sport are taught. Then comes an extended period of shadowing officials at amateur boxing events, where people learn to work a number of roles including judge, referee, and timekeeper. If someone shows enough proficiency and interest, they can eventually start working at the events.

That’s pretty much the route Ross took. She had never been an athlete herself, but she liked fights and attended boxing matches. Her first husband was a college wrestler, and she often worked matches, clocking which wrestler spent more time on top of his opponent.

As she learned boxing, Ross recited the rulebook into a tape recorder and then played it back on the way to and from work and whenever she could catch a spare moment. In northern Nevada, where there were so many more fights than people willing to work as a judge, “I was doing all the fights,” she said. She judged bouts in shopping center parking lots, at truck stops, and outside the Bucket of Blood Saloon near Reno. For one fight, she took her judge’s seat by a ring that had just been used for a wrestling match between a man and a pig.

Under state rules, it takes two years in the amateurs before the state athletic commission will accept an application to work as a professional judge. Ross, working as a drafter and raising a young son through much of the ‘80s, waited nearly a decade before submitting her application in August 1991.

“Her grasp was immediate and her performance exemplary,” wrote Michael A. Musso, chief of officials for the USA Amateur Boxing Federation’s Northern Nevada region, supporting Ross’ application. “I give Ms. Ross my highest recommendation.”

Ross worked her first professional fight on May 5, 1992, at the Bally’s Hotel and Casino in Reno. It was a four-round fight between lightweights Abel Pedroza and John Avila. Pedroza prevailed in an unanimous decision.

Not long after, her husband got transferred to a position at the Bally’s on the Strip and she reluctantly followed. “It wasn’t my idea,” she said. She loved the mountain landscape near Reno.

But one perk of moving to Vegas was the opportunity to work more fights with better fighters.

She worked a Mayweather fight in her 11th assignment, at the Thomas & Mack Center in Las Vegas in April 1997. It was only the sixth professional bout for Mayweather, then a promising former Olympic medalist known as “Pretty Boy Floyd” instead of the more obnoxious “Money” persona he adopted later in his career. Mayweather won in a first-round knockout.

Ross was assigned to her first title fight two years later, a 12-round flyweight bout in San Marcos, Texas. She and the judges scored a unanimous decision for hometown favorite Mike Trejo, who was making his first title defense.

Slowly but surely, Ross was working her way into that echelon of officials who get the best and biggest fights. “I took my time going through the ranks,” she said. “I was never one to push or to ask for anything.”

Timothy Bradley and Manny Pacquiao fight during their WBO World Welterweight Championship title match at the MGM Grand Arena in Las Vegas, Nevada on April 12, 2014. JOE KLAMAR/AFP / Getty Images

By the time CJ Ross sat ringside at the first Pacquiao-Bradley fight in July 2012, she had worked nearly 500 fights over 20 years.

A broad public records request for her file with the Nevada Athletic Commission, including her yearly applications, recommendations, and eye exam results, turned up nary a discouraging word.

At least 65 were for a championship belt, including Pacquiao vs. Ricky Hatton, Saul “Canelo” Alvarez vs. “Sugar” Shane Mosley, and Chad Dawson vs. Antonio Tarver. Her extraordinary career took her to Texas and Puerto Rico, California and Mexico City.

The Pacquiao-Bradley fight was big but nothing she wasn’t used to. Bradley, though undefeated, was largely an unknown foe and essentially cast as a foil in Pacquiao’s 12-act play. He was guaranteed a career-high $5 million for the fight while Pacquiao was set to take home $26 million, according to reports. That disparity was also reflected in the betting odds, as Bradley entered the fight as a 7-2 underdog, meaning that if he won, bettors could get $7 for every $2 that they put down.

And even that might have seemed like a sucker’s bet through the first half of the fight.

The partisan crowd roared with approval, sporadically starting “Manny! Manny! Manny!” chants, as the Filipino champion seemingly controlled much of the early action. He even appeared to buckle Bradley’s knees with a punch in the second round. Pacquiao won four of the first six rounds, according to scorecards submitted by Ross and Ford. The third judge, Jerry Roth, scored five of those rounds for Pacquiao.

Even more convinced of Pacquiao’s dominance was HBO’s announcing crew. Emanuel Steward, a Boxing Hall of Fame inductee as a trainer, continually derided Bradley’s punching power. Lederman had Pacquiao winning the first nine rounds. “It’s been very difficult, at least to my eyes, to find a round that Bradley could have won,” said Jim Lampley, HBO’s lead commentator, at the start of the sixth round.

It was in the second half of the fight, however, when the tenor of the match shifted. Bradley kept pressing forward, unable to hurt Pacquiao but still gamely giving chase.

“Both Jerry Roth and I said it looked like Pacquiao decided to quit,” Ross said. “It was like somebody told him in the corner, ‘You got this.’ It’s like he stopped, and Bradley took it.” Ross and Ford scored five of the final six rounds for Bradley, while Roth had Bradley winning four of those rounds.

Roth was the only judge who had Pacquiao winning the fight, but even he agreed that Manny coasted down the stretch. “After seven or eight rounds, he just quit fighting and didn’t do anything,” Roth said.

When the final bell sounded, Bradley’s corner hoisted him on their shoulders as if already sure of the victory. He preened for the pro-Pacquiao crowd, who jeered him. Indeed, it appeared as if virtually no one else in the MGM Grand had considered the possibility that Pacquiao might lose.

By the time announcer Michael Buffer read the scores to the audience, the judges had already left their ringside seats and retreated to another room inside the arena — as per protocol. Because they sit on different sides of the ring, they had no idea about the result and little clue as to the stunned reaction inside the arena.

“Well, I don’t think we’re blind,” Lampley told the televised audience. “And I think that is a terrible bogus decision.”

“I’m dumbfounded,” Steward said.

Boos filled the arena. Bradley muted his previously exuberant celebration in the face of the disappointed crowd. Pacquiao demurred, saying only, “I did my best. I guess my best wasn’t good enough.” Arum, the promoter, promised to request an investigation by the state. “I’ll make a lot of money off the rematch, but this was outrageous.”

For Ross, it was a throwback to that old Holmes-Cooney matchup. The room clearly saw a different fight. But no amount of “hype,” as she’s wont to call the spectacle and promotion involved with a major fight, could change her mind. “There was more noise for Pacquiao throughout the fight, so you would expect them to be disappointed,” she said.

She viewed the 12-round match the way many judges and boxing officials recommend: as 12 individual fights. Bradley had won seven of them and, thus, the title.

“I thought the right person won,” said Terence Crawford, the current WBO lightweight champion. “If you watch the fight without commentary, you can see it clearer. You could see the shots that Bradley was landing, and you could see that shots Pacquiao was missing.”

CJ Ross, center, watches as Canelo Alvarez, right, and Floyd Mayweather Jr. move around the ring during a world junior middleweight title fight in Las Vegas on September 14, 2012. AP Photo/Isaac Brekken

All the outrage led to nothing. There was no state investigation despite Arum’s request for one. Ross endured a couple days’ worth of harassment from a boxing press eager to hear her explanation, but she turned down all media requests at the behest of the commission.

Animosity over the decision followed Ross to the internet, where angry fans found her Facebook page. “Most of the messages were from the Philippines,” she said. Someone sent her a picture of a butt of a gun. Another sent a photo with a cigarette with a bullet in it. She told the commission about it and decided she didn’t need Facebook anymore.

There were also allegations of corruption — hardly surprising in a sport infamous for its history with the mob and gambling. But no one ever turned up any evidence Ross was on the take.

The WBO conducted a video review of the bout with five judges. They unanimously scored the fight for Pacquiao but there was no mechanism to overturn the result.

“You pick the best officials but they are human beings,” Francisco Valcarcel, president of WBO, told BuzzFeed recently. Ross “was very professional and she was very good.”

The state athletic commission kept giving her fights — how else to read that but as a stamp of approval? Promoters also signed off on her assignments, so it seemed as if most everyone had moved on.

Then came her next big fight, Mayweather-Alvarez in September 2013, also at the MGM Grand.

In fact, it was one of the biggest fights of all time in terms of money and interest: Mayweather, generally considered the sport’s best pound-for-pound, would earn at least $41.5 million while Alvarez would take home at least $5 million. All told, it would eventually set a record with $18.6 million in ticket sales.

Unlike Pacquiao-Bradley, this was expected to be a much closer bout: Alvarez was only a 2-to-1 underdog, and he would have the support of the crowd. “Money” Mayweather’s appeal, no doubt, was his willingness to play the role of the villain. There would be no wild applause for the money-making champion.

After the fighters touched gloves, the consensus seemed to be that Mayweather was well ahead on the cards but not necessarily in dominating fashion. Ross scored five of the first seven rounds for Mayweather, while the other two judges had Mayweather winning six. The commentators for Showtime had similar scores.

But Paulie Malignaggi, a former welterweight champion and member of Showtime’s team, still thought neither fighter had truly distinguished themselves. “It doesn’t seem like each guy has grasped full control of the fight,” he said after the sixth round. Mayweather went on the win the seventh round, the final round upon which all judges would agree.

It was soon after that Ross’ scores started to depart from her colleagues at ringside. She gave four of the final five rounds to Alvarez, while the others had him winning two and three, respectively. The televised audience heard from a broadcasting team that began admiring the handiwork of Mayweather. The pro-Alvarez crowd, which had been wildly cheering for their undefeated fighter, grew silent down the final stretch. By the start of the 12th round, the outcome seemed no longer in doubt.

“Unless something dramatic happens here, it looks like Canelo Alvarez is on his way to his first loss,” Showtime commentator Mauro Ranallo said.

“Anybody objectively looking at this has to probably think he needs a knockout to win this fight,” Showtime’s Al Bernstein said.

At the sound of the final bell, two of Ross’ colleagues submitted scorecards awarding the victory to Mayweather. One had Mayweather winning nine of 12 rounds while the other gave Mayweather eight rounds, far from a blowout but enough for a decisive majority decision.

The CompuBox scores heavily favored the champ too: Mayweather connected on 232 of his 505 punches (46%) while Alvarez landed only 117 of 526 punches (22%).

Ross, once again, saw a different fight: She judged the bout a draw. Her tally didn’t change the result, but it was so discordant that it incensed almost the whole arena.

Mayweather’s response was to be expected: “What the fuck is this?” he exclaimed in the ring after the announcer read Ross’ scorecard. Alvarez himself said, “I recognize that he beat me.” And Alvarez’s promoter, Richard Schaefer of Golden Boy Promotions, called Ross’ scorecard a “disgrace.”

Atlas could barely contain himself in another incendiary diatribe on ESPN. “It speaks to the corruption of the sport,” he said on-air. “The criminals will be rewarded.”

“I try to use my platform to say what I think I have a responsibility to say,” Atlas told BuzzFeed months later. “I have suspicions about 90% of these judges. I don’t have to single her out. But she’s been involved in some questionable judging decisions, there’s no doubt about it.”

Actually, there is not even a fragment of evidence that Ross was on the take. There’s certainly no evidence of any major windfall at her home. “What money?” she asked, sweeping the air with her hand to point out her modest dwelling. “Where’s this trail of money at?” She adds, “There isn’t enough to pay me off, even if it was millions.”

Ross said Alvarez landed the heavier punches, and that was the difference in some of the closer rounds.

“Some of us judge the power differently,” she said. “I’m gonna go with the guy who landed the bigger punch if the rest of the round was equal.”

And Mayweather “never hurt Alvarez. … He landed good shots on him but he didn’t seem to physically affect him.”

Later, commission executive director Keith Kizer would defend Ross, whom he had recommended to serve as a judge for the bout. “Just because a judge’s scorecard ends up even, doesn’t mean the judge necessarily thought the fight as a whole was even. It could be that a judge has six rounds each for each fighter, but the six rounds she gave fighter B, they were really close rounds. That’s pretty much how it was last night,” he told USA Today.

It’s a reminder of how challenging it can be to score a fight. Judges have very wide discretion when determining the winner of a round. They consider clean punching, aggressiveness, ring generalship, and defensive skill. HBO’s Lederman, who worked as a judge for more than 30 years, relies on a much simpler standard. “If you can judge who did more damage in the round, that’s the guy you give 10 points to.”

But that can be complicated by fighting styles — especially those of boxers such as Mayweather, who throw fewer punches because they rely on their defense to frustrate opponents. There are also the limits of sitting on one side of the ring. To score a punch, a judge must actually see it. “Sometimes judges are sitting on the wrong side of the ring, and they’re missing punches,” Hall of Fame referee Joe Cortez explained. “And you can’t score what you don’t see.” Cortez, a friend of Ross’, has long proposed elevating the judges’ seats to provide a better view of the fight.

Given the vagaries of the scoring system, Ross can make a strong case that she made the right decision in the Pacquiao-Bradley fight. Yes, it flies in the face of conventional wisdom. But her card didn’t differ so much from those of her colleagues, and many observers agree that Pacquiao coasted in the second half.

Her case for the Mayweather-Alvarez bout isn’t nearly as strong, but, if she got it wrong, it’s understandable how she did: The early rounds were close, Alvarez is the harder puncher, and her sightline might not have been the best.

Certainly, Ross’ error — if it was that — in the Mayweather fight didn’t merit the personal attacks that followed. Not for someone with a virtually spotless record over the previous 21 years.

Her plight recalled that of Eugenia Williams, a female judge from Atlantic City who was roundly criticized for her scorecard in a heavyweight title fight between Evander Holyfield and Lennox Lewis in March 1999. Williams scored the fight, 115-113, for Holyfield while one judge scored it a draw and the other went, 116-113, for Lewis. Notably, Williams was the only judge to give Holyfield the fifth round, a round in which Lewis pinned Holyfield on the ropes with a barrage of unanswered punches for 45 seconds. The New York Times called it “one of the most controversial decisions in a big-time fight in recent history.”

Investigations into allegations that she was on the take turned up nothing. She was convinced that sexism drove at least some of the criticism. “They’ve never attacked an official like I’ve been attacked myself,” Williams told the Philadelphia Inquirer in April 1999. “I think it’s all blown out of proportion. … They don’t care what the other judges scored. They’re just focusing on me. I believe it was truly because I was a female.”

Williams didn’t work another fight for nearly five years. Ross knows that history. “She got pretty beat up,” she said.

Butch Gottlieb, a Las Vegas-based fighter manager and former inspector with the Nevada Athletic Commission, noted the difference in the reaction to Ford and Ross, who are both friends of his. He wouldn’t go as far as to blame sexism for the difference, but, he said, “Nobody mentioned Duane’s scorecard. Everybody zeroed in on CJ.”

“I was pretty disgusted by the whole thing,” said Nick Zagala, a close friend who lives in Pahrump. “They were just piling on. And I think it’s totally because she’s a woman.”

Ross hasn’t reviewed either of the controversial fights on television and has no plans to, saying that the changing cameras angles can’t duplicate the experience of watching the fight from her spot in the ring. She also isn’t a big fan of the television commentary. “They have a real bias in their presentation,” she said.

CJ Ross waits to hand her scorecard to the referee after the seventh round of the fight between Canelo Alvarez and Floyd Mayweather Jr. in Las Vegas, September 14, 2012. AP Photo/Eric Jamison

There is life beyond those garish casino lights on the Vegas Strip. To get there, hop in the car, head south on Interstate 15 for a few miles and hang a right on Nevada State Road 160. Drive toward the mountains on the horizon, part of the Red Rock Canyon National Conservation Area, and then drive through them.

Along the two-lane highway, there are warning signs for falling rocks, wild burros, and wilder horses. Also beware of the ram crossing area. The sprawling miles of sagebrush soon turn into a soaring geological marvel, with large red rock formations reaching toward the open sky.

On the other side of those mountains, about 30 miles down the road, is Pahrump, Nevada. It’s part old frontier community, part retirement village. Nearly 40,000 people live here in this unincorporated town, which seemed on the verge of a boom before the housing crisis.

In 2007, infamous Hollywood madam Heidi Fleiss settled here and opened a laundromat called Dirty Laundry. She also had plans to open a brothel, which is legal in Nye County as it is in several other parts of Nevada. But the brothel never opened and the laundromat shut down a few months ago.

Ross came here in 2004, not long after divorcing Melvin. She had lost her daughter three years before that, to complications from spina bifida, a birth defect in which the spine doesn’t develop properly. Ross was starting over.

It didn’t take long before Ross was engaged to a man who shared her love of wide-open spaces and outdoor activities. They moved into a quaint cream-colored stucco ranch house with a gravel front yard and sprawling backyard surrounded by a chain-link fence. Back there, they kept a handful of horses and playful lap dogs, including a 4-year-old Daschund named Manny. (“I don’t think so,” she responded when asked if the dog was named after Pacquiao. “But there’s that chance that he is.”)

But then her fiancé suddenly died in 2009. The man’s children came and took the horses. Shortly after the Mayweather debacle, she was laid off from her job leading a workout class at a local gym. Until now, she’s refused to talk with reporters, and she tries not to read about the controversy over her judging. And she hasn’t submitted an application to work as a boxing judge this year.

So she’s mostly alone out here, with nothing to do in the quiet Western wilderness.

“I think I’m getting tired of the desert,” she said one recent afternoon in her living room. “I’m going crazy here.”

One recent blue-skied afternoon in Pahrump, Ross was rummaging through her garage in search of trinkets to unload in advance of her move to Ohio.

She headed toward the back, where a framed poster of the Holmes-Cooney fight hung on the wall.

“Take it,” she told a visitor. “I don’t need it anymore.”

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