Why Gabby Douglas cannot be a forgotten Olympic champ: Why she must stay Iconic

I will admit it, right here and right now, I love the Olympics. I am obsessed with the Olympics, I cannot get enough. When it’s on the only way to hangout with me is to watch the Olympics with me, yes perhaps it’s a bit crazy, but there is nothing like cheering on your country on the international stage. From Michael Phelps and Natalie Coughlin to Misty May and Kerri Walsh, I’ve cheered for them all, but I think it’s worth noting why you probably all know these names, but the big name of gymnastics slips through the cracks. I’m not trying to say you don’t know Gabby Douglas, of course you do and if you don’t, I’m a bit concerned for you. Yet, she doesn’t stick out in any different way then Nastia, Carly, and Mary Lou. While all these women are tremendous and I remember cheering for Nastia and vaguely Carly (note to self rewatch Athens) and of course have seen classic Mary Lou moments all over the Olympics, I fear that Gabby will sink into the background of US champions and  not get her moment in history. When my children are watching the Olympics, they frankly will not know who Nastia or Carly were, the media will push these two ladies into the back of Olympic history, only for Olympic fanatics and those who witnessed their years to remember. Mary Lou, who won in 1984, the first American All Around champ is immortalized, and here’s why I hope Gabby will join Mary Lou Retton. 

There’s something about Gabby, that had me cheering for her from Day 1: I’m not sure if it was her smile or her comeback kid success in the months leading up to the Olympics. Gabby Douglas won a competition that her scores did not even count for, it doesn’t get more underdog succeeds than that. I liked her whole, the underdog rises story and that’s why I think I latched on to her as a fan, even before competition started and everyone thought the two competitors would be Jordyn Wieber, the world champion at the time, and Gabby Douglas, I was team Gabby.  Then Jordyn didn’t qualify (which is still outrageous by the way, finishes 4th in qualifiers doesn’t make, load of crap) and Gabby was put in the position of being the favorite from Team USA for All-Around. I remember how happy I was, that this girl who was my brother’s age was literally taking the world by storm, she wasn’t a contender six months prior and here she was, the one the media believed would be fighting for gold against the Russians. 

Yet, it’s not simply Gabby’s sudden contention, but also her story. Gabby was so dedicated on the goal and training that she moved to Iowa, leaving her family to do so. She was without her family for two years, and her mother fought like hell for Gabby to be able to get where she was. Her whole family gave something up for Gabby, they believed in her unconditionally and put everything they had into her dream. Her mother eventually declared bankruptcy and went on food stamps, struggling to get by but never giving up on her daughter’s dream. Gabby acknowledges this and seems so incredibly grateful, it made her character shine through.

Realistically, we know gymnastics is one of the most challenging sports physically and financially. Your career can be over in a second and the money that goes into training and getting into the level of competition these athletes compete in is daunting, many talented students cannot continue because the cost of the sport. Many potentially talented girls never try because the cost is unbearable. It’s the sad truth with being at this level: you need money to grow as an athlete, amounts of which are hard for many working class families to come up with. 

Yes, Gabby has accomplishments worthy of history books without her back story: she is the first black all-around winner and she is the first American to win both the all-around and team gold. But this is not the only reason why Gabby needs to be remembered, she needs to be remembered because she is the epitome of both the American and the Olympic dream. She didn’t come from wealth, her family struggled to get by, but here she is an Olympic champion. This is the story we need, children around the country need to know that Gabby did it, that she defied the odds and that if they have a passion and a talent, they need to fight for it and work hard, and they too could be on that Olympic podium like Gabby. Gabby reminds us that just because we do not come from wealth does not mean that we cannot have an Olympic medal. She reminds us that the Olympics are open to anyone who has talent. That’s why we need to remember Gabby’s gold and why I hope she remains an icon even after years because her story brings hope, and that is exactly what the Olympic dream is all about. 



Stop #CheckingMyPrivilege

As a 22 year old white woman who grew up in Northern New Jersey, I’ve heard the phrase, “Check your privilege” many times in my life. I’ve heard it said to men who were a little too sexist without realizing it, I’ve heard it said to wealthy people, and I’ve heard it said to white people who don’t know the difficulties of being a minority. I wanted to keep this blog for my creative writing, and I don’t think of this as creative but a neccessary thought share. 

I grew up in one of the wealthiest areas of the country and I went to a “new Ivy” for undergraduate and am now pursuing my PhD in chemistry. I am not super financially secure, but would not classify myself as financially insecure, I’d say I am safely in the middle, I don’t have money to play around with, but I have money to live a good enough life. So yes, I am blessed, there are many who would be thrilled to have these credentials and I admit I am lucky to have them. 

In a certain respect, I never really thought that I could speak out on issues I see around me. Talking about issues with finances was not right I went to a school that cost 60,000 dollars a year, although struggling to pay the bill, who was I to talk about struggling financially? No offense, Kaitlyn but while you are going to your little rich bitch school, I’m working in all my spare time to afford my state school.I understood where I was and my privilege and therefore didn’t share. 

Then one day I shared, and I realized that maybe my privilege needed to stop being checked. I went to a party one night, drank fast because we got there late and ended up on the couch. There I met a boy, who’s name I couldn’t tell you, I laughed at his jokes that probably weren’t that funny. He kissed me, I pushed him away. That should have been the end of the story but it wasn’t. I ended up being saved much further damage by a more sober friend, but if he hadn’t come, I couldn’t tell you what would have happened I couldn’t have physically ran away or moved much more than a cushion away. 

I was shocked and particularly horrified by the incident based on a previous situation I had been in, it was overwhelming. I went to my school counselor and admitted my horror and my fear at what could have been and how I was still shaking and felt violated. Her response?

Roll eyes, and say, “Well, that’s what happens when you get that drunk.”

She was not looking empathetically at me. She was judging me. She was judging me and my ‘privilege’. I’m a white girl from Northern New Jersey studying chemistry at a world class university. I should have known better, I could feel it her look, poor little rich girl can’t hold her alcohol. 

My first thought was fuck you and that about covers thought two, three and four. 

My fifth thought was that I hated this idea of privilege, yes some people are more privileged then others , but this should not dictate our responses to them and we should not be so prejudiced to think this girl should have know better or well who’s really surprised that happened to her? 

This is disgusting and a step backwards for all of us. What is the difference in me thinking this man could never understand rape because he’s a man and he will never be raped and wow, this girl was wearing a revealing outfit, she must have been asking for it. 

Either way it’s shaming a person and making them scared or embarassed to come forward with a horrifying tale and forcing them to suffer in silence. 

I never reported the nurse who said this to me. 

It took me one year to admit to anyone that this is how I was talked to. 

It’s taken me two years to realize she was wrong. 

My ‘privilege’ doesn’t minimalize that I was taken advantage of. 

Me being drunk doesn’t justify a boy taking advantage of me whether I’m rich, poor, white, black, latina, etc. 

So stop using privilege as a reason why someone can’t contribute ideas or share thoughts. 

You don’t move things forward by doing this. You don’t make things better. 

Tares in the Sole

It’s Clear that You’re Broken
You have tried your best to last,
but it just might be time to call it quits.

You were brand new at a time, ready to explore the world,
neatly sewn, warm, comfortable, undamaged, untouched,
colored like a peach,
with a little white ribbon on your toe.

Then she found you.
She had never seen one like you.
She called you beautiful.
She said she must have you.

And just like that, you were hers,
everywhere she went, you went
Paris, Madrid, Vienna, Rome,
you saw it all with her.

Then you started facing daily life,
and at first it was sunny,
the days made her face so sun-kissed,
and she said you made her better,
that she was more beautiful with you.

You’d go out on date nights,
and she’d never looked more beautiful.
There were nights when she’d rather go out with the girls,
and dance the night away,
but you were always by her side.

Then winter came,
and things started to change.
She grew cold,
and she neglected you.
You were left alone.

When she did notice you,
it wasn’t the same.
You would go for a walk,
and she’d say you were hurting her.

She’d get mad,
wanting to get away from the pain you caused her.
But that was never what you wanted,
all you ever wanted was to make her feel beautiful.

As spring came you were ruined,
you were ugly from the winter.
You had marks and were worn,
the peach color of your skin was covered by white stains,
salt for the wounds.

She found another one, just like you
Except she said that they,
were more beautiful than you.
She left you again, this time forever.

Her rejection left you in the dust,
you just sat there broken,
your sole completely torn,
from the damage she put you through.

Alone, broken, sole in shreds,
you think the damage is just too much for you
then she sees you
and she sees the holes in your sole,
as places to put her love.

And she must have you,
you’re a perfect fit,
she takes you home,
and helps repairs the tares in your sole.