Jessica Dube Loves Scott Moir

There are usually about six subjects* I avoid on social media or the news, and figure skating has started to become one of them:

A recurring gif on my twitter timeline.
Applies to so much stuff.

Last month I was on a political blog, squinting and skimming so as to avoid certain key words, when one participant mentioned he was taking a break by watching figure skating. I knew this meant the Grand Prix Final, and as mentioned in last month's post, I knew it would turn out the way it did for VM, and didn't watch. It's not that VM had a rougher skate than usual, although, along with the Shibs, more is expected of them just to stay in contention for the podium than is expected of Papadakis Cizeron, who are only subject to the "don't fall down" requirement. Hell, more is expected of juniors.

It's the Papadakis Cizeron scoring I can't tolerate. The widespread promotion of all things gaslighting has taken its toll, and Papadakis Cizeron are the proverbial bridge too far for me this year. It's only skating. Who needs it.

I didn't even enjoy Virtue and Moir's new ending in their Nationals free dance:

Well, not as much. They're splitting the difference. She's kind
of playing dead with her character up there, but if you
want to overlook it, you can. Then she gets out of it and
they emerge from the program as themselves. Oh my God,
what an improvement. That quiet, nuanced ending
they had before - that sort of thing has no place in ice dance. 

And I was not expecting this:

Iliushechnika and Moscovitch. How it Ended.

I guess an entire glass door fell on Dylan? It didn't miss
any part of his important pairs equipment.
His hands. His back. His knees.
MTM V.2 go to the Olympics.
Whatever happened to schadendfreude?

What is this era called? The neverending winning streak of things that suck? I don't even have anything against MTM V.2. That's too small a thing to matter.