Okay, so we all know I love Johnny Weir. (If you didn’t know, I love Johnny Weir! He was definitely an inspiration for my upcoming novel!) So you might be wondering why I am cheering his retirement. Well, gotta say, Johnny needed to retire. This is a smart call for him. It’s the right thing for his life and his body and his skating reputation. I think he’s amazing, but it’s time to move on.
I firmly believe that the only reason he even attempted a return to training and competition was because, after years and years of that being his life, he just didn’t know what else to do with himself. I think running around like a chicken with its head cut off, doing anything and everything asked of him for those years after the Olympics took its toll, too, on someone accustomed to discipline and rigor, and so I imagine he returned to training because that was a known quantity and a comfort.
Whatever Johnny does going forward, I think he’ll be good at. He just needs to turn thirty and grow into his new self. He’ll be fine. And fabulous. And pretty. And famous. Forever.