Every country has great athletes to be proud of. That's why I love these weeks so much, great stories and moments of triumph coming out of nations around the globe.
(<- How adorable is Clary?!? When he looked so shocked to have bested Lochte, I just wanted to reach into the TV and hug him!)
Here in my office, we're giving a lot of press to Ryan Lochte, the tacky-grill rocking, mumble-interviewing, sexy but shouldn't talk member of the US Men's swim team.
I mean, don't get me wrong. He's a handsome young man (I love tall guys with brown hair!) but he also kind of seems a bit clueless and full of himself. The stars and stripes grill is the ultimate in trashy wtf*ckery. However, yesterday, the Associated Press was all over this hilarious quote his mom Ike (Ike?) dropped (from HuffPost):
"He goes out on one night stands. He’s not able to give fully to a relationship because he’s always on the go,"
Earlier in July, Ryan Lochte spoke to ESPN The Magazine about how happy he was to be single during the London games. "My last Olympics, I had a girlfriend -- big mistake," Lochte said. "Now I'm single, so London should be really good. I'm excited." He also told the magazine that he guessed that "70 to 75 percent of Olympians" would have sex during the Olympics. "Hey, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do," he stated. Apparently, he also discusses such plans with his mom.
Amazing. When your mom is your wingman, and openly talks about your hit-it-and-quit-it nature on the Today show, something is hilariously, desperately wrong. I think Mrs. Lochte has made herself, and her rich, handsome, doofus of a son look pretty silly.
I guess it goes to show, you're never too old to embarass yourself, eh?
I make an ass of myself, in ways both big and small, several times a week. Yesterday I was rocking out at my desk while getting ready to lock up the office. Thinking I was alone, I cranked up the music - a little summer gem called "Call Me Maybe!" - when the door opened and a cute freelancer (another tall brunette, sigh) walked through. He opened his mouth to speak, then realized what I was listening to. I laughed awkwardly and he said goodnight and left. Needless to say, I don't think he'll be stopping by my desk again anytime soon. HA. No big deal. I'd rather enjoy myself dancing to bad pop music than worry about how cool I don't look.
That's pretty much par for the course. I fall off chairs or down flights of stairs on a regular basis. My burps come loudly and at inappropriate moments. I have a small statue of Jackie Chan on my desk, that famous people look at like "Huh?" I've given myself a black eye (flip on a trampoline) and broken my foot pretending to be an Olympic Ice Skater in my parents living room - but cut me some slack on that one, I was 12 and my triple axel on the carpet would have been SICK. I've accidentally dyed my hair orange, and over-tweezed my eyebrows to the point where I look like a Disney villian.
If embarassing yourself builds character, then step aside Dos Equis Most Interesting Man in the World, because I've got it in droves!
(These ads crack me up)
Yes, from time to time (or in my case, once every 72 hours or so) we make fools of ourselves. But it's part of what makes us human, part of our character, part of our charm. Laugh too loud. Dance the way you want to. Get up when you fall down and shake it off. Just don't let your mom go on Today and talk about your dating life...or notable lack thereof.
