You can keep your coconut trees, your couches, and your designer trash bags.
The only newsmakers I care about this week are 4’8”, flipping through the air with ease, scripting the clapback of the year on Instagram, and mastering a pommel horse like a cowboy on a mustang. They’re not falling down from anything—coconut trees, uneven bars, or otherwise—and their choice designer accessories are the gold and bronze medals dangling from their necks.
I exaggerate. I very much care about all of this extremely consequential news happening in our country, as much as my sanity can take it. It’s been such an energizing respite from all of that, however, to bask in the glory these last few days of the Team USA gymnasts making history at the Paris Olympics.
