Is Johnny perfect, a saint, a victim … no, not at all. I think he is just himself, and he apparently isn’t afraid of being himself, which seems hard for some people to grasp. Am I amazed at times, and kinda scratchin’ my head sometimes, yes, but I feel no need to criticize him. I’m more interested in being open-minded and seeing beyond the surface, and being inspired. In watching Johnny, and in taking part in his journey (which he has been courageous and kind enough to share) … I have learned something about myself and even more about the sport of figure skating.
All this “concern” and this chatter seems to me like “Johnny Sport” … a new sport for fans, non-fans, former fans, and those who used to like him or his skating but can’t stand what he’s become or who are sad about what he didn’t become, but just can’t get enough of watching, reading, opinionating, obsessing, snarking, gob-smacking, google-eyeing, envying, loving, hating this fabulous being named Johnny Weir. He’s such a hot topic. Here’s a recipe for this new sport … Haute Dogs with Tarragon Mustard ... got to have good eats when you
This blurb from the inside cover of Johnny’s book is so apropos:
“When you’re Johnny Weir, you don’t worry about what other people think. You let everyone else worry about that for you.” Sassy and sales promotional, yes … but it certainly seems to aptly characterize this thread.
BTW, my money is on Johnny having the last word on Johnny. It is a game alright, Willoway, whether we all realize the full extent of how much life is a game. Some of the keys to success are staying ahead of the game, mastering the game, or for that matter learning how to stay in the game without taking it or yourself too seriously.