Don't be mistaken, Worldwide Pablo is no prude. But has anyone else happened to notice that the current Olympiad, presently unfolding on TV screens from its venue a half a world away, has mildly gone the way of the Playboy Channel?
Goodness, between the scantily clad babes in bikinis duking it out in the sand pits of competitive women's volleyball to the more-scant-than-ever bathing "suits" of the various divers and swimmers, it's hard to tell if we are watching a sports competition or an advertorial for Victoria's Secret. [Or for that matter, Victor's Secret.]
WWP recalls the fateful 1988 games in Seoul, South Korea, when the paths of Lycra and immodesty first crossed, during the track and field competition, titillating viewers and frustrating television producers and directors striving to broadcast some "family viewing" for folks back at home. As those of us watching then now recall, the people descended from the Puritans got a more little eye candy than they ever hoped to avoid.
The trend continued until 1996, when things really started to hang out, as it were. From that moment forward, Olympic coverage became mostly a waist-up sort of affair.
But not this year.
From volleyball to aquatics, the coverage has gone full frontal: The volleyball babes flex and dive and strut, all to a degree that surely it must be fueling the testosterone-driven night dreams of more than one generation of heterosexual males, to say nothing of WWP's many friends of Sappho. At the diving competition, the nearly naked Greek victors embraced with the abandon one usually sees only in gay porn. And no, you may not ask WWP how he knows this. [Oh, and by the way: It involves a tutu. No kidding.] Over at the swimming pool, we find the sport's two male superstars, apparently with little to hide, cavorting behind the fashion of hiphuggers so immodest they appear to have been spray-painted on.
All this, and the
gymnastics track and field events have yet to begin!
Oh, say what you will: Athletes perform best with the least amount of clothing. Or: It's a new day -- get over it. Or: It's in the spirit of the original games. [Anyone catch PBS's historical take last week about the origins of the Olympics? Gay porn finally found its way to public television, thanks to viewers like you. It's the ratings, stupid.]
In the spirit of this trend, WWP offers a glance ahead to the probable Olympics of tomorrow: