Olympics blah
It hasn't always been this way, but for the last several years, I really haven't been able to get enthused about the Olympics. Sure, there's a spectacle of watching what should be the world's greatest athletes perform, and the venues are always grand, but I'm just not enfranchised to care that much, frankly.
I was always more of a fan of the winter Olympics, anyway -- cold weather sports are more my thing. And I'm long past the point of being aroused at the sight of athletic women in skin-tight gymnastics gear or swimsuits, so there really isn't even a titillation factor in it for me anymore.
(I think it helps that workout regimens have gotten so focused in the past few years that Olympians tend to just look weird and disproportionate. Look at Michael Phelps -- that dude LOOKS like a dolphin.)
But I think my ambivalence about the Olympics is less about the events and coverage themselves than it is a simple realization that much like the farmers in China I read about. I just don't have the time, or the bandwidth, to really think about it right now -- I'm so busy with other things, the Olympics, happening, as they are, on the other side of the planet, seems remote and irrelevant to my life.