So when I sat down to watch the figure skating this week, I harbored no ill will toward what would inevitably be a flashing parade of costumes meant to dazzle and excite. In the pairs, there is also the issue of matching with one’s partner, and the fact that there’s a female perched up on your head while you spin ‘round and ‘round on skinny blades atop the ice really eliminates any doubt that your costume choice was carefully choreographed.
Sure, I snickered at some, I mean come on.
But others looked pretty good, dressed more like mere mortals with the man sporting a sort of trouser look
I was giggling about the contrast between the athletes who were showcased during Monday night’s primetime Olympic broadcast. The mirrored goggles and rugged scruff of the moguls skiers segued into pair after pair of shiny sparkly skaters. It was funny.
Then last night, I watched part of the men’s short program, where the skaters had no scantily clad female counterpart buffer. They were just out there, strutting their stuff. The first guy I watched was wearing this, which I thought was kind of cool, another take on the trouser look, but this time a bit more of a clubbing feel to his getup:
But then this doofus came on the scene,
prompting me to take to my facebook page and exclaim:
“I never thought I'd wish for sparkly spandex on a male figure skater, but the jaunty overalls and flannel are somehow much worse.”
I clearly tempted the gods with that sentiment, because you-know-who was next on the ice