I’ll admit it…I am a SHAMELESS fan of figure skating – have been for years and I still can’t get past Lipinski beating out Michelle Kwan for gold in Nagano. I don’t dispute it but I do mourn it.
But seriously – for any smut addict, figure skating is the perfect sport. The intrigue, the backstabbing, the homewrecking, the catfights, the laughter, the tears, the dance routines – what’s not to love? To say nothing of the outfits? ESPECIALLY the outfits!
And you know what’s weird about figure skating when you grow up watching figure skating? For some reason – and this is a mystery worthy of a Ph.D. dissertation – somehow you’re blinded to the campy freak of it all til it’s too late…til obsession has already kicked in and taken over.
Example – as many Canadian can attest to, our best hope for gold at the Calgary Winter Games in 1988 was Brian Orser. He came in as the reigning World Champion amidst a heated rivalry with another Brian – Brian Boitano of the United States - billed by many as the Battle of the Brians.
But nevermind the competition…do you remember what Brian Orser wore??? Flaming red with gold buttons – see attached - and the best part is, for our generation at least, he was a hottie to us! Now my cousin Cat will dispute this because she’s chosen to block out much of the Michael Jackson infatuation era but trust me, kids back then were a lot less savvy.
And still…Brian Orser is now considered tame by today’s standards.
Which is why figure skating is such an irresistible guilty pleasure – now adapted into a Hollywood feature called Blades of Glory starring Will Ferrell, Jon Heder, and Amy Poehler.
I mean look at Jon’s Pleshenko/Weir-inspired peacock! And the Elvis Stojko flair beautifully portrayed by Will! And of course the Oksana Baiul ballerina princess slapped all over Amy…do you love it, or do you LOVE it???
And even if the movie probably sucks, what fan of figure skating can possibly resist?