Good lord, I have had it! It’s time for our Olympic downhill divas to put on their big girl spandex, bind the corporate sponsorship to their boots, and just ski. Apparently no one mentioned that there is no whining on the Wheaties box. It was no surprise to wake up this morning to the headline of our fresh powder princesses and their giant slalom race for media attention. Of course this is a popularity competition, Ms. Mancuso; this is America for frack’s sake. So what. You are in Vancouver to participate in a world competition of sport and skill, not run for homecoming queen.
Perhaps it has slipped your mind that along with Rossignol, there is USA emblazoned on your form-fitting fashion. That means you are representing me, a patriotic American, in your quest for gold plated publicity, and I am saying shut the fuck up and act like you’ve been there before. Run the race of champions, not some pseudo snow edition of RuPaul’s Drag Race.
Remember the Olympic creed that Zeus apparently handed down from 30 Rockefeller Center: “The most important thing in the Olympic Games is not to win but to take part, just as the most important thing in life is not the triumph but the struggle. The essential thing is not to have conquered but to have fought well.” It says nothing about the sour grapes of the gods and the blonde SI swimsuit skier that is way over-exposed. So, take off the tea-party tiara, get your mind back on the games, and let go of the Vonn voyeurism that has become your vision quest. Think faster, higher, stronger…not louder.