Sex at the Olympics? Come again?

When you hold a hammer, well, everything in the world looks like it has be pounded, er, nailed, er ... damn!, it is so hard to get away from sex during these Olympics :)

I don't know how I missed this at Slate, when I blogged about the increasing sexualization of/at the Olympics:

[The] International Volleyball Federation announced back in March that it would no longer require women’s beach volleyball players to compete in bikinis. For the first time ever in Olympic competition—beach volleyball joined the program in 1996—female players will be allowed to wear shorts and sleeved, midriff-concealing tops.
The new regulations are meant to placate countries with conservative religious and cultural standards for women’s dress. They also threaten to deprive millions of male viewers of one of the sport’s main draws: buff, scantily clad female bodies glistening in the sun (or the London drizzle, as the case may be). But God bless the USA—the women on the American beach volleyball team have no intention of abandoning their skimpy swimsuits.

Why don't they want to ditch the skimpy bikinis?  Come on, don't be lazy; read the Slate piece :)

 So, bikinis it is:

A dance team in bathing suits skimpier for the women than the men jiggled for the sold—out crowd during timeouts, while rock music nearly drowned out the pealing of Big Ben. And, much to the relief of the British tabloids, the athletes wore their traditional bikinis despite the chill in the air that left the sand at 19 Celsius (67F) when the day started.

Don't worry--the skimpy bikinis did not affect the crowd's staying power :)

Talk of cold weather had created panic in the British press that the female players would go for long—sleeves instead of the standard bikinis a longtime but little used rule in international volleyball. But the Russians and Chinese were in the two—piece swimsuits for the opening match, and the Germans and Czechs did the same when they played an hour later.

But the beach party atmosphere was augmented by the dancers, who filled the downtime with kicklines and even one tango that ended up with the dance partners flopping suggestively in the sand.

No wonder most in the crowd of 15,000 the biggest—ever Olympic beach volleyball venue had trouble tearing themselves away.

Hey, with all this talk about sex at the Olympics, I wonder then whether the Olympics logo did indeed reveal that inner Freudian itch! Well, don't let your imaginations get a head ahead of you :)

I hope blogging on this theme doesn't become my habit until the ecstatic finish at the closing ceremony :)