I love the weird events, like skeleton and biathalon. I love that Torino is playing 70s disco for the Parade of Nations. I love the Canadians and their hats with ear flaps. I love the nations from Africa and the Caribbean that send athletes to winter games, even though they have never seen a flake of snow (which of course means I love the Jamaican Bobsled Team above all others). I love seeing the Alps in all their glory and slavering over places I need to go visit, post haste. I love that it’s more laid-back than the summer games. I love that there are a number of events, like luge, where big wimmins have an advantage. I love the countries that send a grand total of one athlete. I love that North and South Korea are marching under one banner.
And I still remember my mother asking the hairdresser to give me a “Dorothy Hummel” haircut.