
One of the big reasons I don't go to SIA is Vegas. I can’t imagine a worse place for a trade show about the outdoors. But SIA knows who it’s marketing to I suppose, and the adrenaline fueled macho male winter sports industry must love the cheesy vacuous crap that is Vegas. “Hi, I’m Bode Miller,
I’m a drunk, and I win World Cups.” Such hypocrisy having Miller apologize, btw. For what, being a bad role model? Please.
Phil McNichol is probably getting a lap dance at the Crazy Horse as I write this. Speaking of hypocrisy, explain to me how the SIA proclaims the importance of women to the industry in their Day 1 cover story, “
Belle of The Ball: Big dreams equal big bucks: the spotlight is on the burgeoning women’s market”, yet holds their tradeshow in the most misogynistic city in the world after Bangkok. I mean lets not kid ourselves, next year SIA should schedule the show to run parallel to AVN, the porn industry's tradeshow, instead of a week and half after. It would be so much more convenient.
"Oh Climb_CA, you are so wrong, it's the strippers, porn stars and escorts that have the real power. Don't be so naive." Right, and Tom DeLay was just helping orphans. If that wasn't bad enough, they run
this ad not 20 pages later of a buck naked model (or famous skier I'm supposed to know about)
holding her breast up with a Stockli ski. Depressing. Is it me? Am I just too sensitive? Are my estrogen levels too high? Was I not loved enough by my mother? Hold me. Tell me it’s going to be alright. Anyway, Salt Lake don’t disappoint me this weekend. If I see one woman in hot pants, I’m heading for the first state-controlled liquor store to purchase my $30 tequila bottle and drinking myself into a stupor in front of the temple. May I be smitten down in a flaming ball of tequila and Mormon bibles.