I live in New York. I am a comedian, writer and actor. My day job is blogging for VH1.com. I write about the silly things celebrities and pop stars do, so you know...God's work.
You may have seen my writing on many other reputable websites (McSweeney's, The Huffington Post, Hello Giggles, xojane.com, The Hairpin, Splitsider, The FW, etc.). I also write crazy blogs about Game of Thrones, Magneto and Jeff Goldblum.
Life's weird, right?
…YES THE RULES ARE FUCKED.
…YES THE WAY THE PRESS SWOOPED IN IS FUCKED.
GYMNASTICS IS FUCKED.
It’s just…it’s a sport of girls—not women—girls who have sacrificed their childhoods and adolescences to be maybe, if their bodies don’t break from the brittleness, and if their minds don’t falter from the stress, and if the judges are kind, and if they look cute on a cereal box, to be famous for a short time.
They are career tributes.
They chose this life knowing the rules, knowing the sport, knowing the risks.
I personally know a woman who was an Eastern European gymnast at the Olympics in the 1990’s. I met her after her career. She was—and is—one of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. But her body was broken. Her life had no future prospects besides coaching.
Gymnastics is beautiful and dramatic, but it’s not kind to its women. Well, that’s not true. They aren’t even women. It’s not kind to its girls.
Don’t expect it to be kind.