You suggest — without irony, as an American, in 2010 — that we, a nation with a population one tenth the size of yours, should have spent another $360 million on an opening ceremony because, I guess, it wasn’t good enough for you. Call us crazy (or boring), I know, but here we save up for our retirement, not our heart attacks.
We put the proudest, butchiest lesbian ever on an international stage to sing the living shit out of a song widely considered to be among the best ever written. Ever. We’re understandably proud of that. (Also, that lesbian? Totally allowed to get married here in our hopelessly-decade-behind-the-times little backwater. When, oh, when will we ever catch up to rest of the world?)
—Sweet Jane in response to the criticism spewed forth for some of the mishaps in the Olympics so far. You can read more here.
I’ll admit, I was the first one to criticize it, I feel a bit ashamed of doing that to begin with; but hell I’m Canadian now, I felt I had the right to. Maybe I shouldn’t have, but the truth is I’m pretty damn proud and happy about what we have done so far.
