Good morning, Tuesday. I just did a yoga class that made me feel about 80 years old- every little bone was creaking and my limbs felt heavy and rubber cement like. Though you've got to love a yoga teacher who plays "Love Train", some times the bod doesn't feel like moving. Oh well. Some classes are good, some not so much. Onward.
In other news, like most of you, I watched the Olympics with ardor and could not tear myself away from the tellie. As someone who has not ever been particularly athletic or competitive when it comes to sport, watching these amazingly talented youngins (and some not so young) from around the world do their thing was inspiring. But besides the guilty pleasure of the US men's swim team and their enviable abs, I could not believe how hard I was voting for our girls- from gymnastics to swimming to track to volleyball. If there was ever a time to believe in yourself as a woman, now is that time- all of those fabulous women were champions- their strength, determination, and in it to winness was just beyond.
And many had issue with the closing ceremonies (which were ah-mazing) and the trotting out of the supermodels, who don't exactly represent healthy body image or teach women good things about being a normal size. I myself was besides myself to see Stella Tennant, an untraditional beauty to say the very least strutting her hot shit stuff in a Stella McCartney gold pant suit. I mean...wow. And Kate Moss was there as well, rocking her hotness in a long golden Stella dress that had major va va factor. I'm not sure whether it was the right message or not- but any mass celebration that trots out Nick Knight photos, George Michael singing Freedom 90, and the supers is my kind of party. And since the UK, like the US, is a great exporter of pop culture, why the hell not?
I guess my point here is that the Olympics showed us how awesome women are, in case we didn't already know this (I sure did). Maybe it's a bit late for the Spice Girls (Women) to sing about girl power (Posh looked tots bored ps), but damn if these Olympics, and our American girlies in particular, did not make me super excited to not have estrogen. Yes, ladies, yes.
So as you struggle through a workout today or wonder how you can have it "all", just know that you are probably doing pretty great the way you are- and you're all champions to me. I'm amazed at how far we have come. Oh, and RIP Helen Gurley Brown. We wouldn't even really be able to talk about vaginas so freely without you. And that's what's up this how lovely to be a woman kind of Tuesday in the 718. XO