Big Pole. I love you man but I'd beg to differ. The Womas Super League games can be a real fun watch with no little skill. And the standard at International level is real high.
Not that I'm an avid watcher like but the woman's game has come on leaps and bounds over the last 10 years. Skill wise some of them put their male counterparts to shame.
If you love football, any game is fun to watch. I've been to 5th division games that had cows chewing grass near the "stadium" and it was still fun. But could those games compete commercially with the top divisions? Not in a hundred years. You can't wish a sport into popularity or shame people into watching because it's socially responsible or some such nonsense. Women's football has it particularly bad because it has to compete with 40+ leagues that are all of superior quality.
The choice is really to either change the rules and have it become a sport that is actually popular and respected, or not change the rules and pat ourselves on the back about how progressive we are, while female players will continue to earn peanuts and will only be watched by members of their extended family.
****, let me tell you a story.
My uncle is a female volleyball coach, right? He worked at a top division level for 30 odd years and I got to see a lot of games because I had free tickets. Way back in a day it was a pariah of a sport. TV wouldn't show it, radio wouldn't do live transmissions, arenas were empty. Monday newspapers would print couple of lines about a weekend result, and that was about all the media coverage you could have hoped for.
Then, one day, the league made one rule change. Suddenly sponsors start pouring in, TV channels would fight bid wars for the broadcasting rights, arenas were full. The girls started to make serious money, and likewise, my uncle became somewhat wealthy in his later years.
Care to take a guess what that rule change was? It was a change in volleyball kits.
Instead of wearing those half-leggins that end above the knee, the girls were required to wear tight little shorts that barely even cover the ****. In the end it didn't matter much how good they are, how skillful they are, the key thing was to show a bit of ***.