Ryan Lochte is a FRAUD. This 32...
Up until yesterday, stories differed on what exactly happened but one thing became abundantly clear from the frat boy antics, Ryan Lochte is a douchebag.
The fame and glory earned by the Olympic victor is unmatched in any contested sporting event. It was as true during the ancient Olympic Games as it is in the remarkable spectacle of this summer's Rio Olympics.
Even with all the new devices competing for kids' attention, regular old TV still dominates kids' screen time. That means all the characters they watch or otherwise absorb through popular culture make a big impact on kids' still-forming identities.
Welcome back to your weekly run-down of What Would Ryan Lochte Do? But the past two episodes have been big for Ryan: first he introduced us to his elusive London love-interest Jaimee, and this week he's riding scooters and getting his abs cast in bronze. Let's review.
Welcome to your weekly recap of one of the most cutting-edge television programs ever to grace the airwaves. A show so boundary-annihilating, so dramatically intrepid, so intellectually audacious that it dares to pose the greatest question of our time: What Would Ryan Lochte Do?
While strategic stupidity is abundant in everything from entertainment to our daily lives, it is important to remember that behind the "stupid" is a person who is using what they have to make their mark.
If we are to rely on grades at all we should rely on more than a single signal about performance. Even if we adopt John Rawls's worldview, we will send up with Ryan Lochtes who are great but not superlative. How we set up grades reflects much more.
Another week, another new episode. Welcome to this week's open thread for "Stride of Pride," the Oct. 18 episode of 30 Rock.
This past week, I was tasked with the fabulous job of taking the three Miss Universe titleholders to fashion shows for New York Fashion Week.
Lochte loves action movies (his favorite film-watching companion is his dog) and he wouldn't be averse to starring in an action flick.
Let's stop sweating the details of who doped and who didn't. As the sun fades from the London Olympics let's look forward to an even more spectacular games in Rio.
Ryan Lochte is about one more bad cameo away from losing my respect. And he's not alone in the pool.
This Olympics, I wanted to cry with Lolo Jones when she came in fourth, hug Jordyn Wieber when she lost, scream with Carmelita Jeter when her and her team broke the world record.
After the close-out of the aquatic events, and gain some perspective, it is hard to think of another major sporting event that has even come close to eliciting this degree of gleeful sexual energy, from either men or women.
In watching the Olympics I too often feel I'm being bullied to root against others, to define myself as what I'm not. This is a way of thinking that is likely to become more prevalent over the next decade.