If you want a classic example of how femininity has lost its charm and….well, femininity, you need not look any further than the state of women’s tennis. I think it was Monica Seles who initiated the whole trend of the now de rigueur grunting on the court. Gone are the days of a breezy match where only the bounce of the tennis ball sailed from one set to another. These days you’d swear there was a pig farm next to the match, where pigs grunt and snort each time before, after, and during contact between the ball and anything else.

To drag the idea of sportsmanship through the mud, there are the athletes who – in their off time – double as shameless centerfold models in men’s magazines wearing outfits that are slightly wider than dental floss.

We always point the finger at men for being swine, but you have to inspect the veritable smorgasbord of garbage women are dangling in front of them.

As if that wasn’t enough, there are the outfits. This week, Serena and Venus Williams, two high priestess of gross sartorial violations have been eliminated from Wimbledon. Whoever thought of dressing like prostitutes to a classy game? Compare their sense of taste with the vintage days of women’s tennis:

Is it any wonder the serenity and quiet concentration of classic Wimbledon matches have been violently mauled to shreds by the Williams sisters? It’s true that they have held a long reign of championships. I won’t comment on their suspiciously hyper-testosterone physique. Along with the wins for the U.S. however, decades of ammo are literally handed to the international audience to view Americans as vulgar classless roughnecks, as Williams supporters coarsely roar and bawl words of encouragement ringside.

Who could forget when the notorious clip of Serena Williams threatening a line judge’s ruling with a “I Will KILL YOU!” If this is not the most boorish behavior in sports history, we can’t think of what is.

It’s not politically correct to say so, but we’ll be the first to say Thank god we can carry on with a quiet game at Wimbledon this year. A happy, hopefully enduring, treat to the days when tennis was a civilized sport which women dressed up properly and amused men with a game or two.