The Olympic flame--a special low-oxygen version--made it to the top of the world. Reuters reports: "Beijing student Huang Chungui passed the flame to ethnic Tibetan woman Ciren Wangmu, who trudged the final steps unaided by oxygen to hold the torch aloft."
Hypermasculine studs around the world are stunned at this news. To think that a female walked to the top of the World's highest peak, like a Sunday stroll in Antarctica, is deflating. For decades stout-hearted men in cold-weather gear, that could survive a fortnight in a British bedroom, have strapped on oxygen supplies & struggled to the peak.
It's demoralizing that Sir Edmund Hilary's heroic achievement, with Tenzing Norgay Sherpa, can now be duplicated by an ethnically Tibetan woman wearing a snowsuit. It's incomprehensible.
What next, a Playboy bunny or a Page 3 girl strolling to the summit of Mt. Whitney or Der Matterhorn in a thong or spanky pants. Aaargh.
This may perhaps lead to the dismal decline of mountain climbing as a rigorous, dangerous sport suitable only for the toughest men & women in the world. Or, perhaps, the very suspicious types might look around the base camp to find the oxygen bottles and survival gear used for all but the last few hundred feet.
Well, only the very, very suspicious . . . we would not want to turn the Olympics into a public relations gambit on the World stage.