A tease for my upcoming essay on my love/hate relationship with the ideal of bodybuilding. Please check back this weekend for the completed essay.
In the mean time, here is an excerpt:
Of The Term, Bodybuilder
Just hearing or speaking the term, bodybuilder, causes me to cringe. I hate that word. It’s a word which immediately conjures images in my mind of modern bodybuilding which, as an ideal, I find relentlessly embarrassing, and increasingly obtuse as a collective. Big time competitive bodybuilding has outgrown itself, out-thought itself, and become well representative of our western lust for excess, extremes, and single-mindedness in all other areas. The modern bodybuilder’s credo, “go big or go home”, should be printed on the backs of all U.S. currency – it is our national identity, and competitive bodybuilding has been just another Petri dish for that ideal to take form in. Once though, big time bodybuilding, in that go big or go home kind of way, was my primary reason for being.
But there’s more than one kind of bodybuilding…
Please check back this weekend for the finished product. Oh, and there is this from Hothouse Flowers front man, Liam Ó Maonlaí. Enjoy…