There's a bottomline to this discussion. These women had a clue that they weren't liked and they tried to buy their way in, for whatever reason. They may be deeply religious and have reconciled that with their ability to play softball, but surely they knew somebody was going to say something someday.
What cracks me up are these gay guys who come to New York and spend years bitching and moaning about what they left behind. They miss the mountains, the desert, the woods, whatever. I have a stock answer: Buy A Postcard.