"We don’t lift weights in order to look hot, especially for the likes of men like that. What makes them think that we even WANT them to find us attractive? If you do, thanks very much, we’re flattered. But if you don’t, why do you really need to voice this opinion in the first place, and what makes you think we actually give a toss that you, personally, do not find us attractive? What do you want us to do? Shall we stop weightlifting, amend our diet in order to completely get rid of our ‘manly’ muscles, and become housewives in the sheer hope that one day you will look more favourably upon us and we might actually have a shot with you?! Cause you are clearly the kindest, most attractive type of man to grace the earth with your presence."
Zoe Smith, 18 year old weightlifter currently representing Great Britain at the Olympics, responding to tweets labelling her muscles “unattractive” and “unfeminine”. (via rawwomen)
Best. Good response Zoe, and 18? Maybe our world IS producing awesome young women! Duh of couse, but yay.
If this girl isn’t the most down to earth Olympian to ever exist, right? She’s tweeting pictures of herself at McDonald’s, and she’s like, living the life. I’m sure she’s not concerned about my opinion, but she also has a kickin’ little body and can lift about double that body’s weight. I would like to be her friend but I think I would also like to be her.
It’s hard to watch this year’s women’s gymnastics team without missing my dream bff just a little. The way she evil-eyed those Chinese five-year olds made me feel like we could have an understanding. Like, I want to have a beer and talk some shit with this girl.
This girl trains with her and also kind of looks like her, and used the Hava Nagila as her floor exercise music, which is a decision I really appreciate, but there’s only room in my heart for one Alicia Sacramone.
I want to be friends with Alicia Sacramone. That’s what the Olympics has taught me, other than the fact that the Chinese are willing to descreate the sanctity of world unity in order to win gold medals. On a more positive note, she is exactly the kind of friend I want - tough, loyal, obviously hilarious (as evidenced by this picture and by the fact that she got PISSED on camera) smart, cute, and clearly confident. She’s actually a real person, unlike any of the Chinese gymnasts, and she weighs like twice as much as some of the girls she competed against, which I think is pretty raw. She worked twice as hard as those little half people, and she was pretty much the only one who knew it. I love her. Alicia, if you’re looking for friends for some reason, call me.
Discovering that Nicki Minaj and Snooki were excitedly whispering about meeting each other and nervously confessing their love for each other backstage at the VMA’s is somewhat like finding out that my slightly crazy artsy best friend from college gets along with my slightly crazy party girl best friend from high school.
They shared their secret crushes:
“Did you know that I’m obsessed with her?” Nicki said.
Countered Snooki, “I’m obsessed with Nicki!”
And traded compliments on each others’ impressive hairdos:
“I mean I’m jealous!”
“OK, whatever! I wanted you to wear your pouf today so we could be matching.”
“I did,” confessed Snooki, “but it deflated from the heat, you know what I mean?”
And I really, really wish I could have been there to give each of their poufs affectionate squeezes.
My brother espouses the theory that this song describes what many members of our generation lack in their personal relationships. I just really, really like this video - Robyn is letting us “hang” with her on her tour, you guys. Get it?
Biggest disappointment of 2010? No, it wasn’t the fact that I didn’t go on a single date the entire year, or that my brother spent a little less than half the year in Russia, or that 4 Loko is now illegal. No, in fact, the biggest disappointment of 2010 was Snooki’s underwhelming use of her new tumblr. The fact that my spirit animal made only ONE POST to her much-anticipated account was really a striking blow for me, who had imagined our tumblr interactions would be so successful that we’d soon be hanging out together in Miami, drinking the best kind of margaritas ever and talking shit about fake bitches who hate on our success.
NOW THAT WILL NEVER HAPPEN. This is so disappointing.