Dana's questions about the Olympics on Mombian really got me thinking. Actually I’ve been thinking about the Olympics a lot this week. It’s a big water cooler topic at my office. It turns out that several of my colleagues are veritable Olympic junkies. Who knew?
NPR has run some great stories recently about the upcoming Olympic games. My favorite one was about the cultural dilemma faced by the Chinese because although it is the Year of the Rat they are having to exterminate rats in order to prepare their city for the masses. So, apparently, the British have come to their assistance.
We don’t watch television at our house. We don't even have cable. When I say that, however, I don't mean to imply that we are purists. Instead of television, Pearl and Carrie watch videos. They love their videos. I also have a list of YouTube favorites that Carrie particularly enjoys.But with the Olympics only hours away, I've starting remembering.
When I was a kid, I found the Olympics very inspiring. I grew up in a small town in the bible belt where conventions ran very deep, and so the powerful confident women athletes I watched on TV were a new kind of role model for me. I liked learning the stories of the athletes--where they started and how they became great athletes. Mark Spitz was a hero of mine, representing the equally surprising combination of Jewish and athlete. By watching the games, I got an early sense (however formulaic) of a larger world.
So I’m planning to let the girls check out the Olympics if they’re interested. Since they’re taking swim lessons this summer, maybe we'll start with that. But not on TV, only on YouTube. My ever-so-slight purist condition. I'll let you know how it goes.