For every bad-faith skeptic, for every chronically online antagonist, for every dull-bladed edge-lord, the success of women's hockey doesn't depend on you and never has. you hope for its failure--as if the failure of others could ever fill the void deep within you--but what you don't realize is that you're like a kid trying to catch the balloon they accidentally let go. Women's hockey is soaring in the air, soaring higher than you could ever reach yourself, blissfully indifferent to your absence.