Tonight I discovered that the only thing more painful than watching an ice skater fall during her final Olympic performance is listening to an idiot announcer rip her to shreds for it. These girls train for long, brutal years and sacrifice just about everything else to achieve this moment. When they fall, or otherwise fail to offer perfection, they deserve a bit more than "I wish she'd tuck in her laces" or "I'd say her career is over."
Finally I turned off the sound. Best thing I ever did, too, because without the fuss and noise being made over it, and even without the background music, ice skating is gorgeous to watch. Even when the skater stumbles or falls -- or maybe it's more beautiful when they do. Because if you think it takes courage to go out onto that ice to skate for a gold medal for your country, think how much it takes to keep skating when you've probably blown your only chance at it.
Writers have that kind of courage. You remember that the next time some jackass takes a swipe at you from the safety of the spectators' seats.