Showing posts with label Female Bodybuilding. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Female Bodybuilding. Show all posts

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Only I know what's wrong with bodybuilding today!

I found this video on YouTube a while back and it blew my mind for many reasons.


It brought to mind several points I've had about bodybuilding as a spectator sport for a long time.

1) Female bodybuilding is generally more interesting to watch than male bodybuilding, because of costumes, panache and so on.

2) Bodybuilding in many foreign countries is more interesting to watch than the totally dead and lifeless North American stage, because they supplement their routines with non-flexing, displays of athleticism, dance and gymnastics. Also, the choices of music are more interesting in foreign countries. It blew my mind to see Asian bodybuilders flex to classical music as opposed to Iron Maiden. And bodybuilders from Russia like Denis Sergovisky also double as acrobats with state-sponsored circus and athletic training.

The problem as I see it, with bodybuilding is this: it's booooooooring.

For my American readers, remember the Superbowl a few years ago? It featured the undefeated New England Patriots, a team that got off Scott-free when accused of cheating, the most hated team in sports since the heyday of the Oakland Raiders. The unvanquished Patriots played against an underdog team. And not to spoil it for everyone, but the underdogs beat 'em while the whole country cheered.

That's what's missing from bodybuilding today: unpredictability. This is why people just don't care about bodybuilding.

At the Mr. Olympia this year, I rooted for the underdog Kai Greene. I always thought he was the best looking heavyweight, and a bit of a nut, a real genius eccentric with a lot of likability. But he wasn't going to win ever, so what's the point of my rooting for him? What's the point in even following? Yawn.

A while back I wrote about how in the early 1990s MacMahon created the World Bodybuilding Federation because bodybuilding itself was unbelievably dull and a lot of people were just not happy. What blows my mind is how nothing really changed in 20 years, and attendance crowds for bodybuilding events are dwindling. Don't quote me on this but I strongly suspect that female bodybuilding will evaporate in at least a decade because it has all the problems of a hard to take seriously woman's sport mixed with the problems of bodybuilding. This is a gut-level intuition, but I strongly suspect figure classes are being introduced to eventually replace true female bodybuilders.




When was the last time that a nobody came from nowhere and won a bodybuilding championship? Bob Paris comes to mind - I understand he was homeless at the time of his first victory at 24 years old. Perhaps Finland's Kike Elomaa (remember her? Yeah, I don't either...though she beat Rachel McLish and I understand is something of an object of a cult in her native Finland).

The problem is there's no drama in many ways to bodybuilding contests because it's based on hard work on the run-up to a contest. Bodybuilding contests are often decided weeks before the fact, since it takes years and years, possibly decades, to develop a contest-worthy, winning body. Someone that couldn't win one year is unlikely to win the year afterward because the pace of gaining mass and proportions is so damn slow.


In many ways, bodybuilding reminds me a little of poetry, in the sense that more people write poetry than read and publish it. Most people who follow bodybuilding want to be bodybuilders themselves or work in the fitness industry in some way. I remember an interview with Theodore Sturgeon where he complained about getting fan mail from people wanting advice as aspiring young science fiction writers.

"I don't have any fans. Just 700 people that want my job."

Finally, the last factor that makes bodybuilding hard to take an interest in the fact it's a judged sport and therefore has all the subjectivity problems of judged sports like figure skating. Except even in figure skating there's at least some excitement because of the possibility of someone tripping.

Take a bicep that comes to a point or a peak. This is a genetic thing, and some have it and others don't. Would that add points or subtract? It depends on the judge's definition of the ideal male body.

And then there's the corruption and the role the Weiders play in defining the sport. Every sport has its share of laughable corruption and rigging, from Major League Baseball to the notoriously crooked FIFA, but that's made all the more outrageous and enraging because of the subjectivity and lack of transparency in bodybuilding judging. Cory Everson is a great athlete, beautiful woman and ambassador for the sport, but she won all those times because she was in the Weider's back pocket. No one, realistically, was ever going to beat her for that reason. Then there's the famous and slimy story about how in 1980 the great Serge Nubret was denied his one great chance at the championship over a puffy Schwarzenegger that had looked better and wasn't really prepared.

Finally, I've made the argument before so I won't repeat it in full here, but because bodybuilding has become a niche market, it's started to speak its own language and no longer relates to the greater world. You can see that with magazines like Muscular Development which are all about wink-wink non-endorsement endorsement of juicing. In the beginning, bodybuilding was about having an ideal male body that even outsiders would admire. Something went seriously wrong when it became all about mass as opposed to proportionality, which scares people off (like women - imagine that, right?).

If Ron Coleman's bloated pregnant belly build is what's wrong with male bodybuilding, the problem is a billion times worse with the women. If male bodies that are blocky and massive as opposed to Steve Reeves-esque sleek and attractive are not that great on men, it's much worse with women. I have no idea why Pumping Iron II: the Women isn't more commercially available because it's a documentary that shows the exact moment that women's bodybuilding took a wrong turn. Bev Francis, who came from a powerlifting background, set the worst of all female bodybuilding precedents by being a mass monster, when no woman bodybuilder had ever been that big before. She made sheer size more important than aesthetics and women's bodybuilding has never entirely recovered.

At the end of the day, bodybuilding is about aesthetics as opposed to sheer size, about the ideal male and female body. And in the case of women, the ideal body can't necessarily be confused with size.

(Incidentally, I fully expect most of the responses to take exception to this point as opposed to my saying bodybuilding is boring to follow, because that's pretty much inarguable.)

The bottom line is that if a sport is dull people won't follow and it won't be any more than just a niche. MMA fans, I hate to say this, but your sport will never get a wider audience because it's just plain dull. MMA emerged from full-contact kickboxing, which came out of the dissatisfaction a lot of Martial Artists had with traditional contest judging, which valued form over power and effectiveness. So they married a lot of Eastern martial arts training to Western techniques like boxing footwork and weight training. But the end result of this is just dull to watch because, like most real fistfights, MMA fights tend to end on the ground in a grappling match where nothing moves that resembles nothing more than really bad gay porn. Thirty seconds of explosive movement followed by 15 minutes where you might as well just get up and go to the concession stand.

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Michiko Nishiwaki, the Avenging Angel





A few people have wanted to hear about some great, sexy bodybuilders of the female sex, and I'm more than happy to oblige as I'm a real muscle omnivore. Especially with someone like Michiko Nishiwaki, who was sort of like Grace Jones, if Grace Jones was a great martial artist and athlete, and wasn't quite so terrifying. Michiko Nishiwaki was not the stereotype of the Asian woman, demure and petite. She was a champion lifter and bodybuilder.

You know, it's a funny thing about Steve Reeves: if anyone knows him at all, it's for his role as Hercules.

Yet, the amazing thing is, Reeves had a career of fifty films and he only played Hercules twice. It's the same thing with bodybuilder, powerlifting champion and martial artist Michiko Nishiwaki. In Hong Kong, she did over 40 movies all through the 1980s and 1990s, but the one movie everybody remembers her from is the Kung Fu cop film My Lucky Stars.




Everybody remembers that one scene where she takes her robe off and it's revealed she's built like a tank. They built to that reveal incredibly well, of course. All throughout the film she was in a kimono as a subservient, stereotypical, petite Asian woman, so when she throws her duds off it's a real shock. She must have the same tailor as Groundskeeper Willie and Ned Flanders.

I just know her from that one movie, so imagine my great surprise to discover that she has a filmography nearly a mile long. She always played the same kind of character: the bodybuilder assassin femme fatale. There were entire scripts were she was menacing and quiet and didn't deliver a single line of dialogue.




One crucial but interesting difference between male bodybuilders and female bodybuilders at the movies is that male bodybuilders are usually leading men and action heroes, whereas female bodybuilders usually are stuntwomen. The list of female bodybuilders in movies is almost entirely a list of stuntwomen: Spice Williams, Faith Minton, and yes, Michiko Nishiwaki: when she came to America, she did stunt work. She was Lucy Liu's stunt double for four movies, and Kelly Hu's for one. Come to think of it, the only female bodybuilder I can think of that didn't work as a stuntwoman was Rachel McLish.

(Rachel McLish is one of those people - like Dave Draper - that I sometimes wonder why they didn't make it as a movie star.)

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Male Celebs with a taste for beefcake


A while ago I wrote an article about female celebs with a taste for beefcake, a list dominated by the stellar personality of Mae West to the point where I wrote the article and even I can’t remember who else was on it. After writing that piece I feel like kicking myself for not including many, many others that I've learned about since then, the biggest name being fifties blonde bombshell/sex symbol Jayne Mansfield, who married bodybuilder Mickey Hargitay.

In any case, I thought it’d be amusing to do the converse, an article that was the flip-side version of that one, with male celebs into muscular ladies.


Gregory Hines


Greg Hines was one of the greatest tap dancers in history, and was also a friend of bodybuilding: he would often be seen in the audience of exhibitions. The woman he was engaged to marry at the time of his death was a female bodybuilder, Negrita Jayde.



Jean-Claude van Damme


Who knew that the Muscles from Brussels was a fanboy for female bodybuilders? Apparently, as a weedy teen in Belgium with cokebottle-thick glasses, Jean Claude used to read all the fitness magazines and had a gigantic crush on Gladys “The Tigress” Portugues, one of the stars of PUMPING IRON II: THE WOMEN. With his usual go-getter spirit, when JC first moved to LA as a virtual unknown and penniless nobody, he found out where Gladys was having a photo shoot and tried to woo and win her over…a scenario that sounds like the plot of a B-romantic comedy.

Jean-Claude is someone I have a great deal of sympathy for, which is surprising because in all honesty I’ve never seen one of his movies from start to finish. Except for maybe some of Errol Flynn and Douglas Fairbanks’s pictures or the occasional Western, I’ve never liked action movies, and certainly not the “I’m tougher than you” violent and revenge-themed sort that van Damme made in the late 1980s. Van Damme reminds me of a late-period Steve Reeves, forgotten because Hollywood no longer made the kind of movies he was famous for and totally unable to reinvent himself.



R. Crumb


Underground cartoonist R. Crumb seemed to be a professional deviant weirdo, but one of the biggest cartoons of his was “What to do With a Strong Girl.” Incidentally, if you haven’t seen the R. CRUMB biopic movie, do yourself a favor and see it: it’s easily the funniest and weirdest movie ever. The film’s sense of humor can be summarized with the movie’s opening line: “When I was eight years old, I found I was sexually attracted to Minnie Mouse.”



Alex Daoud


The mayor of Miami Beach during the heady “Scarface” and "Miami Vice" cocaine cowboy days in the eighties when everything Miami was cool. Alex Daoud was a former boxer, a big tough and flamboyant guy that was not only corrupt as hell and associated with organized crime, but also laughably obvious about it, yet who somehow oversaw Miami Beach’s explosion and renaissance into a world-class destination and was easily one of the city’s best mayors. I can think of very few people universally beloved by both elderly Jews and European clubbers.

Somehow, Alex Daoud comes off as much more likeable and interesting than any squeaky-clean do-gooder or political white knight, because here was a man that knew how to TCB. And he was totally into female muscle girls, which makes his book tour all the more surreal, as everywhere he went, he was flanked on either side by foxy female bodybuilders.