While the unnecessary appearance of Ivanka Trump marred the last leg of the Winter Olympics (what is her official role again? Why doesn’t she have security clearance yet? What kind of nepotistic fuckery are we allowing to go on in the most elevated office of our nation?) I still kind of miss it. Without the bright windswept snow of the mountains and the ice, the excitement and drama of the competition, and the nightly suspense over what Johnny Weir and Tara Lapinski would wear next – there’s a bit of a hole left in our winter entertainment.
Until we meet again in the Tokyo summer of 2020, however, all we have are the memories…
