Well, I’m glad we’re discussing this, because I kept going back and forth on him the other night. But at one point he rolled his eyes in a way that only a gay man can.
While the gay gene is often seen in sequence with the articulate gene, especially when the eye-rolling gene is present, I guess they don’t always make a three-way. Wonder if a study has been done to tell if eye-rolling is more common among inarticulate gays where the facial expression may stand in for lack of words?
The science of eye rolling is complex, but it has been determined without question that a certain type of eye roll involving a slight lift of the shoulders is exclusive to the homosexual male figure skater. That is, if we can believe the literature.
‘Course the flamboyant gene, that sits out on the end of the string all on its own. And the figure-skating gene especially in men, sits between the athletic gene and the diva gene.
Sadly, I haven’t kept up. That is I missed seeing the competition. (The most I’ve watched was the U.S. v. Russia Women’s Curling on Saturday morning while I folded laundry. Kind of throws a shadow on my own proclivities, I imagine.) But duty called, SNOW here. I regret missing the Men’s figure finals. (I usually get emotional watching and I could have used a good cry.) What did Johnny Weir wear?
Deron, holy shit, now I have to try to find Weir’s performance. (I’m guessing, it’ll take a couple seconds, googled.) Should have done it before I asked.
The question is always uncomfortable, ain’t it? So much easier to deal when you know which side is buttered. Weir wears it out loud. Evan may be still dealing. Makes for messiness and heartbreak and pain somewhere along the line. But in the end? Even if you’re a male figure skater, sometimes it might turn out alright. I’m no figure skater, but I think I’m living proof it might turn out.
Rick, I think you can download almost everything NBC has broadcast from iTunes for .99 an episode.
That’s exactly why I love Weir. He is simply who he is. That Russian guy and Evan still seem to be holding on to some external sense of themselves that doesn’t match reality.
I’m sure we’re constantly holding onto some external sense of ourselves that doesn’t match reality. I’ve been thinking lately of how I think I’m perceived as a manager. Do the folks I manage think I’m as good a manager as I think I am? (Me thinking I know my shortcomings? Them, not knowing, maybe seeing?)
I wonder if Masons figure skate? I’ll bet they talk about it a lot~~you know, the deeper meaning of a triple tow loop, the enlightenment of an Axel~~ that sort of thing.
I just read that disgruntled silver-medalist Plushenko has now awarded himself a PLATINUM medal for his Vancouver performance. I think I’m falling in love with this guy. He’s resurrecting the Cold War single-handedly!
My gaydar must be getting rusty.
ditto.
Just because he’s dating women does not necessarily make him straight. At least, that was the lesson I learned dating that gay man.
Also, just because he’s dating her, doesn’t mean he’s dating women.
You won’t fool me this time, Deron! I’m not clicking on it in case it’s a gallery of men in diapers.
Maybe my gaydar is rusty too, but when I saw him commenting on his win I wadn’t feelin’ it. He didn’t seem glib enough.
Well, I’m glad we’re discussing this, because I kept going back and forth on him the other night. But at one point he rolled his eyes in a way that only a gay man can.
Maybe he’s half gay.
he wore a rhinestone snake.
I hate him because he made fun of my beloved Johnny Weir for being too “feminine” or “flamboyant” or something. Like he’s so macho?
Okay, three-quarters.
While the gay gene is often seen in sequence with the articulate gene, especially when the eye-rolling gene is present, I guess they don’t always make a three-way. Wonder if a study has been done to tell if eye-rolling is more common among inarticulate gays where the facial expression may stand in for lack of words?
The science of eye rolling is complex, but it has been determined without question that a certain type of eye roll involving a slight lift of the shoulders is exclusive to the homosexual male figure skater. That is, if we can believe the literature.
‘Course the flamboyant gene, that sits out on the end of the string all on its own. And the figure-skating gene especially in men, sits between the athletic gene and the diva gene.
Deron, it was Vera Wang!
Which prompts the question:
Preference: Straight-acting or Flaming?
Oh, flaming. No question.
I love Johnny Weir. The rest of these guys make me uncomfortable.
Oh for god’s sake. Show me how they manage sofa pillows and I’ll tell you which direction the weather vane points. It’s a no-brainer.
Vera Wang’s a whore.
Sadly, I haven’t kept up. That is I missed seeing the competition. (The most I’ve watched was the U.S. v. Russia Women’s Curling on Saturday morning while I folded laundry. Kind of throws a shadow on my own proclivities, I imagine.) But duty called, SNOW here. I regret missing the Men’s figure finals. (I usually get emotional watching and I could have used a good cry.) What did Johnny Weir wear?
Rick, my memory is an asymmetric simulated corset.
Olympic medals are for the history books but hotness is, like, forever.
Maybe Evan and Nastia will breed a race of super Olympic super hot athletes.
Deron, holy shit, now I have to try to find Weir’s performance. (I’m guessing, it’ll take a couple seconds, googled.) Should have done it before I asked.
The question is always uncomfortable, ain’t it? So much easier to deal when you know which side is buttered. Weir wears it out loud. Evan may be still dealing. Makes for messiness and heartbreak and pain somewhere along the line. But in the end? Even if you’re a male figure skater, sometimes it might turn out alright. I’m no figure skater, but I think I’m living proof it might turn out.
Rick, I think you can download almost everything NBC has broadcast from iTunes for .99 an episode.
That’s exactly why I love Weir. He is simply who he is. That Russian guy and Evan still seem to be holding on to some external sense of themselves that doesn’t match reality.
I suppose we all are.
I love you guys.
aw.
I’m sure we’re constantly holding onto some external sense of ourselves that doesn’t match reality. I’ve been thinking lately of how I think I’m perceived as a manager. Do the folks I manage think I’m as good a manager as I think I am? (Me thinking I know my shortcomings? Them, not knowing, maybe seeing?)
I fucking hate figure skating.
Cindy, it’s on *now*.
I fucking hate skating the line of figures.
I wonder if Masons figure skate? I’ll bet they talk about it a lot~~you know, the deeper meaning of a triple tow loop, the enlightenment of an Axel~~ that sort of thing.
I just read that disgruntled silver-medalist Plushenko has now awarded himself a PLATINUM medal for his Vancouver performance. I think I’m falling in love with this guy. He’s resurrecting the Cold War single-handedly!