FIGURE SKATING
How can it be that watching beautiful, young, scantily clad women dance on ice is considered less than manly?

I did my best to butch it up.
Last night, I watched Women's Finals from a Park City sports bar, eating red meat, drinking bourbon, and shouting a lot.
And yet, as I felt Michelle's stumble, Sarah's brilliance, and Irina's icy technicality, I couldn't help but think, "I'm totally a chick right now."