I can’t help but secretly delight in Roger Federer’s recent loss. Part of my always-root-for-the-underdog spirit seems to involve a certain distaste for those who are naturally, somehow arrogantly, good at what they do.
However, now that his hot streak has ended, I can finally start to cheer for him. He’s got to fight his way back! I can almost get behind it, and then I remember this:
And the distaste comes rolling back. He’s just another fashionista’s pretty boy (albeit the number one pretty boy of the number one fashionista).
