Olympic Observations

It's Winter Olympics time and let me just say, "I love the Olympics." There, I said it.

I'm sure many of my cynical contemporaries think it's cool to hate on the Olympics, well, it's not. The Olympics stand for many great things, even if in the end sports often bring out bad sides of people and don't hold a candle to more pressing issues.

I also realized a hierarchy in my interest of olympic sports. The ones I prefer the most are the races that have multiple people in them. Short track speedskating, snowboard cross, nordic skiiing (that was an epic race!) ones like those where there is true in the moment competition happening. That to me is what sports are all about. Next are the events where it is person vs. clock. It's not quite as cool but there is something awesome about the singular moment of a man racing against a clock. Last is the events where it is all up to judges, the inherently subjective nature just rubs me the wrong way, also it's pretty common that things that seem awesome to me are not impressive to judges and things that look bad or dumb to me are rewarded so for me there's a real disconnect there.

Also, figure skating, what the fuck! I guess as a kid I just drank the kool-aid that figure skating was cool but now it barely registers as a sport. Anything with that much focus on costumes and music is not my fucking cup of tea. I acknowledge I'd quickly be in an ER if I tried some of their moves but I can't get over the silky sequins and dramatic Requiem for a Dream music dominating the event, which on top of all that, is judge-based.

On a related and hilariously awesome note, my friend Nora started this blog which celebrates the glory of spandex and appearance in the Olympics, things that I could give two shits about, further proof that we're all beautifully different snowflakes fluttering around on this diverse earth-sphere.