I'm sad about the world and I need VirtueMoir
It seems like everywhere on this planet there's killing and hate and violence and ignorance and intolerance and fear. We have a wanna-be dictator in the White House who has the impulse control of a four year old -- and a cowardly controlling party in Congress who refuses to check him. He's wrecking my country and our world. Don't get me wrong: I do not have rose-colored glasses about the US and it's past presidents. This nation has always been capable of atrocious behavior. But this asshole is next level.
So if you think this profound sadness is somehow linked to my latching onto (pun intended) a sweet little Canadian ice-dancing pair who represent love, decency, caring, excellence, and respect...well, you'd be in the vicinity of 100 percent right.
I desperately need human examples of authenticity, dedication, devotion, camaraderie, collaboration, and success. I also require the benign distraction of people of uncommon beauty exhibiting smoldering passion for their craft and for each other.
Tessa and Scott bring this by being both an impossible fairy tale narrative and an accessible non-fiction story of childhood sweethearts destined for one another.
So even though I've never met her and I never will, even though she'll never know me and my preoccupation with her won't influence her life in the tiniest measure, I'm really grateful that Tessa Virtue was born. And that she has Scott Moir. And that they have each other. And that because of that, I get to watch Canadian ice dancing and feel good and hopeful for a little while.