Is the “Formula One of Sailing” Actually Fun?
Ok… I know.. I’m starting to sound like a broken record… My distain for Sail GP is not a secret. But I can’t resist sharing one more Sail GP review. This one, about the recent NY farce, comes from Cat Zhang, writing for The Cut….and it’s Brilliant! Observed reality and Journalism at its best!
The high-tea confections are melting in the afternoon heat, squishing between manicured fingers. “Ew,” my friend Olivia squeals, failing to dislodge a disintegrating chocolate cookie from the tiered display. The posh spread comes courtesy of the Plaza Hotel. Only the finest are being rolled out for today’s VIP spectators, company men from Deutsche Bank, Rolex, and the like who’ve emerged from their skyscraping fortresses for today’s race. Wearing big leisurely smiles and polos, they admire the carbon-fiber boats zipping across New York Harbor, perhaps calculating how many Champagne flutes there are left to drain before they can start discussing business. Beautiful women bob around in sun hats, designer sunglasses, and flowy patterned dresses. Everyone here has wonderful teeth.