“I Don’t Get Any Respect Either”: Joy Behar to Leave America with Whoopi Goldberg and Megan Rapinoe

“I Don’t Get Any Respect Either”: Joy Behar to Leave America with Whoopi Goldberg and Megan Rapinoe


As if the nation’s collective shock wasn’t enough with Whoopi Goldberg and Megan Rapinoe announcing their intentions to depart America’s shores, Joy Behar, co-host of The View, has thrown her hat into the ring. “I don’t get any respect either,” Behar quipped during a recent episode, suggesting she’s contemplating joining her colleague and the soccer superstar on their quest for a more understanding homeland.

Each of these women has had her share of the limelight — and not always for universally adored reasons.

Megan Rapinoe, long celebrated as a linchpin of the U.S. women’s soccer team, faced a storm of criticism after a missed penalty kick in a crucial game. What should’ve been a mere momentary blip in an illustrious career became a national point of contention. The missed goal turned metaphorical, a sign, critics said, of Rapinoe’s supposed distractions and misplaced priorities.

Whoopi Goldberg, renowned for her straight talk and no-nonsense approach on The View, has had her fair share of foot-in-mouth moments. While her candidness has won her legions of fans, her “loud mouth,” as some critics label it, has also landed her in hot water more times than she’d like.

And now, Joy Behar. Often seen as the comedic relief, her remarks have not always landed well with audiences across the political spectrum. She’s been the subject of countless memes, talk-show discussions, and even heated family dinner debates.

In light of the recent announcements, Behar’s feelings of marginalization have come into sharp focus. “If Whoopi and Megan feel they aren’t respected here, why should I think any different?” she mused during a recent interview. Her rhetorical question paints a portrait of America that many public figures, particularly women, might silently nod in agreement with.

While most people threaten to leave their home country after a disappointing election or a sports defeat, it’s rare for celebrities to vocalize such desires, let alone act on them. But this trio seems intent on making a statement. Their collective grievance underscores a growing trend in the world of fame: the increasing scrutiny, judgment, and the trials of living life under a microscope in the digital age.

The big question now is — where will they go? Canada, often the default promise of many “I’m leaving America!” proclaimers, might seem too close to home. Europe? Perhaps. Or maybe a more remote, exotic locale where talk-shows and penalty kicks are of little concern to the local populace.

There’s no doubt this collective move — or the threat of it — is causing ripples. It’s prompted think pieces, late-night show monologues, and earnest discussions about the way we treat our celebrities. Do we hold them to impossible standards? Are we too quick to judge, criticize, and cancel?

Conversations on respect, particularly towards women in the limelight, are being reignited. Is the expectation for them to be flawless, to never miss a penalty kick, to always say the right thing, realistic? Or even fair?

While there’s a comical edge to the idea of celebrities banding together to leave their homeland because they feel underappreciated, there’s a kernel of truth beneath the satire. The “Great American Exodus,” as it’s being dubbed, offers a mirror to society. It beckons us to reflect on how we perceive, treat, and react to those in the spotlight. After all, they might be celebrities, but they’re humans first. And like all humans, a little respect goes a long way.

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