i seriously cannot stop singing Dirty Love, Just sitteng here whisper singing to myself : LET’S GET DIRTY (LET’S GET DIRTY DIRTY) OOOON THE FLOOOOR
THEY SAY KEEP ON DOING GOOD YEAH JOHNNY BE GOOD
This is kind of the beginning of what might be a series of rants about gender roles in figure skating, inspired by Lynn Rutherford’s latest article on icenetwork. This one is pretty rough and ends abruptly because my brain stopped coorperating, but the main focus is on the topic of “manliness” in men’s skating. Eventually I want to finish the thoughts I started playing with here, look at pairs skating & ice dance, and get to ladies’ skating as well.
I know, I know, you don’t want to hear from me. You don’t want my opinion; I doubt you care about my opinion. The only thing you care about is whether or not I give you money, or whether or not I relentlessly harass my cable operator to pick up your lackluster channel. The thing is, I can’t give you money. I can’t harass my cable operator. Cox is not budging on this issue.
(Slow clapping right along with you. UniAsshats.)