|Iliushechina/Moscovitch death spiral|
I thought Savchenko Szalkowy stalked their quad. Duhamel Radford frustrate me too. The calibre of Meagan's skating was well below that of Eric's at Worlds; but as their coach pretty much said, once you start getting pcs, you keep getting pcs. Every discipline in figure skating is turning into a nightmare.
And there's this:
There ya go, Angelika Krylova. You garbaged Virtue and Moir for nothing.
The fifth place Shibs weren't asked to skate in the gala, but I'm sort of curious if next season they start getting better scores while Weaver & Poje are thrown under the bus. I won't cry if that happens, and I sort of wonder if it might. They won't be able to touch Chock & Bates of course.
The skating season is over, and unless I plan to make once-a-month blog posts a standard pattern, it means I have to resume paying real attention again to whatever it is Virtue and Moir are doing to convince themselves (or whomever) that not only is interest in their relationship still a thing, but enough of a thing to protect themselves from whatever dozen ubers remain scattered around the internet still pretending not to believe Scott and Tessa are married with children.
And just as an aside, I think we can see that although the blog has been low-key this winter, it hasn’t deterred Virtue and Moir from shamming. The blog isn’t why they continued to sham after they’d led people to believe they were going to stop. The blog was just something they could point to after they’d already made the decision to keep shamming.
Every so often I check in with Jessica Dube’s facebook, and remember the weird atmosphere that emanated from images showing her shamming with Scott, the weird that made many fans wonder why Scott was dating a girl he obviously hated. Now I’m wondering if it wasn’t the situation that drove the weird, but rather if the three most visible participants (Scott, Tessa, Jessica) weren’t and aren’t just a trio of flat out freaks, the end.
Here's Jessica's current profile picture:
|Jennifer Westfeldt (age 45) Every |
twentysomething's aspirational ideal.
Lately, while on the web, I’ve been diverted down a couple of rabbit holes that have distracted me from skating-centric topics, although one hole is skating-related in that I started by reading about the Darwin awards won by people who, with actions idiotic, end up removing themselves from the gene pool. It's always good to know that skating doesn't have a monopoly on stupid. One topic that caught my attention is bucket list adventuring, such as climbing the cables at Yosemite’s Half Dome. Yosemite has hosted many Darwin award winners and candidates.
The other rabbit hole started with me rewatching some classic 1930s-era movies and ended with some spelunking into Old Hollywood History, particularly the death of Paul Bern, original “Bombshell” Jean Harlow’s second husband.
After reading up, I’m convinced the mob did it, and I’m also convinced that no matter how much of a sweetheart she may have been one-on-one, Jean Harlow was shady (thanks to her family). MGM knew it, and compensated by telling us things like Rin Tin Tin died in her arms, and how she compassionately paid for a pretty headstone to adorn the grave of her suicidal late husband's coincidentally also suicidal common law wife (a stone actually paid for when the San Francisco municipality auctioned the woman's clothes).
Back in the day, MGM had mob-like attributes, in addition to associating with the actual mob, and joined forces with a powerful media entity, the mega news (tabloid) industry owned by William Randolph Hearst. In terms of control of its stars' images, MGM of that time was sort of what Debbi & Co. wished it could have been from around 2006 onward.
|Jean Harlow and her|
legendary love, William Powell.
Notice he's actually holding his
own hands and hers is placed on top.
|It's a party they're attending. Not his suicide.|
I see other reasons for finding this fabled liaison dubious - including the two movies where they appeared together, movies in which William Powell can be found "shitting all over" Harlow (a quote from one of my fave movies, "Soapdish").*
William Powell (star of The Thin Man) and Jean Harlow were a relentlessly publicized, ambiguously defined relationship that played out in the fan magazines, including an event that displayed every hallmark of a publicity stunt - the gift of a boulder-sized star sapphire ring (that turned out to be cheap) purportedly bestowed by Powell, and worn by Harlow in a movie because we were told she couldn't bear to take it off. The relationship rivals Moir/Lawes in how it mysteriously and instantaneously burst into a full blown thing at the very beginning of Powell's employment contract, and it rivaled Dube/Moir in the joy the male half of the duo appeared to take in the pairing. When one timelines the fan magazine accounts of this love affair, their reports that the pairing appeared to have run its course occurred simultaneously with the looming end of Powell's first MGM contract, much like there was buzz it was over with Cassandra Hilborn before the woman had even left Sochi. Then, of course, Harlow died, and mythology took over.
If I'm right, and there's no real way to find out anymore, I always wonder why a guy would sign up for something like this, and its presumed benefits, even under pressure, but act out with that kind of sour puss. I don't know whether to admire it or tell him to man up.
It's sad how, in some ways, the handling of celebrity, the cross-pollination of celebrity with news, and the pattern of blaming and putting down the public, has changed so little between then and now, except for the not infrequent "mysterious" murders of the older era. I hope. Maybe it's cyclical. I hope we're reaching the tipping point with the all-news-is-celebrity-media approach we have today.
The past few months we've seen a general acknowledgment even from the media itself that there’s no such thing as news coverage. It’s all basically gossip columnists pretending something is news, trying to advance their own celebrity by flogging an agenda, kissing up to some connection, and condescending to the public by pre-empting its reaction. I don’t know where it goes from there. Instead of this conversation featuring mea culpas from anyone in the media, the media message mainly appears to be telling the public to get real and deal with it. I'm interested in seeing how the public side of social media processes this, and if it goes along with it as the acknowledged normal, as most media hopes, or if most media continues to become irrelevant, but thinks if it doesn't admit this, it can continue with the perks of being part of the media indefinitely.
|Excited for Papadakis & Cizeron's great finish|
at Junior Worlds. Complex choreo,
speed and power - those will come.
|112.34 for a program and skating |
with potential for maybe a nice top 10
finish at Worlds 2007.
(Compare it to Valse Triste.)
*On Soapdish, the Elizabeth Shue character was ignoring the Sally Field character in what was meant to be a heartfelt scene. It means ignoring your scene partner, acting past them, at them, ducking eye contact. With Powell's technical arsenal, he never once needed to actually connect, and he didn't. He navigated past Harlow. For a real life contemporary example, see Scott Moir at WCC vis a vis Jessica in 2009. Powell was as obviously intentional about it as Scott. For a more instinctive example, see Charlie White every time he competed.