Cultural Contrast.

I watched a bit of the Winter Olympics again while I was having my dinner tonight. It was the women’s ski jump this time, the two main areas of interest for me being:

1. How shiny their bottoms looked in those tight Lycra ski pants.

2. Whether any of them would fail to stop in time and hit the wall at the end of the course. None of them did.

Tonight, however, I found something else to interest me:

As the distance for each girl was announced, she would smile broadly and wave at the camera. There were two exceptions: The Japanese girl smiled demurely and then bowed. Isn’t that sweet? The German girl fell over backwards and cried buckets, because she’d won. That’s sweet, too, only in a different way.