“You can’t make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear.”
Ever heard that one? I don’t care how many performance enhancement drugs you take, you cannot take a good athlete and make him a great one. Add to that the agony of cancer treatments and his steel determination to beat it and all other obstacles – in my view, the man is a giant among men.
Leave him alone.
I understand the egos. I understand the resentment his competitors felt over Lance winning seven consecutive Tour de France. Had I been in those races, I would have felt the same – maybe. There had to be something that made him unique. Let me see – what could that be? I know – he took performance enhancement drugs. Get the cheater!
I wonder how many other cyclists in those races also took the same or similar drugs but did not improve their performance. Then could it be something else that made the difference? Could it be talent, fitness and determination?
Leave the man alone.
Let me just say that I love Michelle Obama. She is charming, unassuming and strong – PLUS, she has perfect upper arms.
But, what is going on? Women everywhere are sporting sleeveless dresses in the middle of winter. Not only that, but women whose upper arms need serious help are also wearing them. Dear God. Why are we so willing to follow a trend when it clearly does not do a thing for most of us? Is it that we are weak without fashion flare of our own? Is this like high school when the most popular girl in school had an entourage of schoolmates wearing similar garb? Is this like being in the “in” crowd?
Hero worship has always been a part of our social fabric. We take a celebrity and, by emulating them, we too feel like – well – a semi-celebrity. We walk in their shadows.
Grow up ladies. Look in the mirror. Those sleeveless tops are fine for summer in the searing heat, wearing flip-flops and sipping on a Margarita. Or, if you are one of those very few who sport lovely toned upper arms like Michelle, then at least dress for the weather.