I love when scumbags freely out themselves.
Women being beautiful is just one of those free goods that we get in our reality.
Like, that is messed up. Are you saying that women are just things to look at? Because that's what it sounds like, yo.
For one thing there is an issue of agency, or control over their own appearance. Dressing up to look and feel pretty FOR THEMSELVES is a completely different thing from having an external force dictate their apparel. Let's be real, that "external force" is probably mostly a bunch of old dudes.
Another issue, and this is a big one, sports isn't about ogling hot bods! They are there to play sports. Athletes, especially Olympic ones, put immense work into training so they can excel at their sport of choice. They do not put all that work in just to become "eye candy" or anything of the sort.
They don't do this to dudes anywhere near as bad. Imagine if the NBA uniform was crop tops and skin tight briefs or something. That can be comfortable, but in front of an arena and the whole world? Different story.

There's a Ray Bradbury story like this about the last human on Mars. He's like 80 and gets into a fight with pre-recorded versions of his past self that he made to not be lonely. Hang on, I'll get the name.
Edit: It was I, Mars (also called Night Call, Collect). I highly recommend the radio play/audio drama version.
A few years ago I found all the Ray Bradbury audio dramas I listened to on cassette available online, but I couldn't find the exact site just now. Try this in the meantime (I am about to enter a movie theater so I didn't look too hard).