Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Sex in Olympics

Recently I came across this very interesting and enlightening article by Matthew Syed in The Times through Mr.Amit Verma's India Uncut blog.
I am putting up some extracts here.

I am often asked if the Olympic village - the vast restaurant and housing conglomeration that hosts the world's top athletes for the duration of the Games - is the sex-fest it is cracked up to be. My answer is always the same: too right it is....
There are the gorgeous hostesses - there to assist the athletes - in their bright yellow shirts and black skirts; there are the indigenous lovelies who came to watch the competitions. And then there are the female athletes - literally thousands of them - strutting, shimmying, sashaying and jogging around the village, clad in Lycra and exposing yard upon yard of shiny, toned, rippling and unimaginably exotic flesh. Women from all the countries of the world: muscular, virile, athletic and oozing oestrogen.
It was not just the guys. The women, too, seemed in thrall to their hormones, throwing around daring glances and dynamite smiles like confetti. ... the mutual longing so evident it was almost comical. It was an effort of will to keep everything in check until competition had finished. But, once we were eliminated from our respective competitions, we lunged at each other like suicidal fencers.
..A British runner said: “The swimmers finished earlier in the week and it was like there was an eruption.” For some reason the International Olympic Committee insists on bunching the swimming events towards the beginning of the Games with the inevitable consequence that the aquatics folk get going earlier - sexually I mean - than everyone else.
There is a famous story from Seoul in 1988 that there were so many used condoms on the roof terrace of the British team's residential block the night after the swimming concluded that the British Olympic Association sent out an edict banning outdoor sex. Here in Beijing, organizers have realized that such prohibitions are about as useful as banning breathing and have, instead, handed out thousands of free condoms to the athletes. If you can't stop 'em, at least make it safe.....
I am not implying, for one moment, that every athlete in Beijing is at it. Just that 99 per cent of them are.

Now comes something that is not really a surprise but a point that makes you ponder

..however, it is worth noting an intriguing dichotomy between the sexes in respect of all this coupling. The chaps who win gold medals - even those as geeky as Michael Phelps - are the principal objects of desire for many female athletes. There is something about sporting success that makes a certain type of woman go crazy....
An Olympic gold medal is not merely a route to fame and fortune; it is also a surefire ticket to writhe.
But - and this is the thing - success does not work both ways. Gold-medal winning female athletes are not looked upon by male athletes with any more desire than those who flunked out in the first round. It is sometimes even considered a defect, as if there is something downright unfeminine about all that striving, fist pumping and incontinent sweating. Sport, in this respect, is a reflection of wider society, where male success is a universal desirable whereas female success is sexually ambiguous.

Read the rest of you so desire. Pretty informative, I must say. This makes me ponder- why was Abhinav Bindra in such a hurry to return home!! No wonder, 4 of our hockey coaches made it to Beijing, even though our team failed to even qualify. Now, let's not judge them- they are supposed to see, observe and learn moves and play ball. Phelps made 5 new world records and Bolt 3 in this olympics for being the quickest in their respective fields. Hopefully, Phelps and Bolt do not do everything at that speed. :P
P.S::: A lot of people might ask- how to gain access to the Olympic village??
Sad news people, only representatives of the country - by that I mean only the participating athletes and coaches are allowed. Time to bring out those 'forgotten' running shoes I say.

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