A Parade of Weird Little Worlds: The Olympics for Non-Sports Fans

By Greta Christina, Greta Christina's Blog. Posted August 22, 2008.

I am not, generally speaking, a sports fan.

To put it mildly.

But I am getting completely sucked into the Olympics. I'm finding that the Olympics have a tremendous amount to offer even the most apathetic non- sports- fan. And despite all the glitz and nationalism and water- cooler bandwagon- riding, I'm finding that the Olympics have a surprising amount to offer anyone who's interested in alternative culture and resistance to mainstream society.

Here's why.

Yes, I'm watching the gymnastics and a couple of the other big-ticket events (diving is always a good time). And yes, I'm watching women's wrestling, for reasons that should be obvious to anyone who's read my sex writing. But mostly I'm being a big old dilettante, and am watching bits and pieces of the largely unsung sports.

Archery. Fencing. Badminton. Table tennis. Synchronized swimming. Trampoline.

I'm having a ball with this.

Partly, is that it's always a good time to watch people doing something -- anything at all -- really, really well. The look of pure concentration on a person's face when they're deeply immersed in something they passionately love and are extraordinarily good at is one of the most beautiful sights there is.

And, of course, part of it is the two-week parade of beautiful athletic bodies in tight, skimpy outfits. My libidinal interest varies from sport to sport (sky-high for divers and female wrestlers, almost nil for weightlifters and female gymnasts), but I can't be the only erotic connoisseur/ drooling pervert who's getting off on this.

But most of it is this:

One of the things I love best about human beings is the way we create these weird little worlds for ourselves. There are weird little worlds that I only know as an outsider, as a curious observer or casual fan. Competitive ballroom dancing. Model train building. Show dog owners. Evolutionary biology. And there are the weird little worlds that I participate in myself, either personally or professionally, with greater or lesser degrees of passion and immersion and happy insanity. Historical recreation societies. Contra dancing. Comic book fandom. Atheist blogging.

These worlds always call to mind for me a line from Dave Barry (I'm paraphrasing here): "There's a fine line between a hobby and mental illness." Yet at the same time, they call to mind that line from the teenage kid in "Trekkies" (paraphrasing again): "People tell me to get a life. Well, I have a life. This is my hobby. And having hobbies is part of having a life."

Having weird little worlds is part of having a life.

There are anthropologists and neurologists and evolutionary biologists who think that the human brain evolved to deal with about 100 or 150 other people. Two-hundred tops. I'm convinced that the forming of these weird little worlds is a way of narrowing down the dauntingly enormous and increasingly interconnected global village into something a bit more manageable. And in a world whose enormity and interconnectedness can make us feel flattened into lowest- common- denominator pulp, it's a way of retaining our quirky humanity and carving out an individual identity, without becoming isolated and atomized.

I love that each of these weird little worlds has not just its own skills and trends and passions, but its own gossip, its own politics, its own scandals and controversies. I love how immersed people get in our weird little worlds: how the issues of historically accurate shoes at Civil War re-enactments, or gender-balancing at contra dances, can seem like life or death. I love how much time and care and passion people put into these endeavors that will never make them famous or rich or remembered in the larger world, the world outside of a handful of equally demented enthusiasts.

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