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- Bode Miller
Thanks to Google, Facebook, and the NSA, personal privacy has become almost too complicated to think about. On the one hand, we prize privacy more than ever; on the other, we throw it away.
“I mean, it’s unbelievable,” Weibrecht began, as surprised as everyone else.
“I always feel like I’m capable of winning medals,” Miller said. “But as you can see in these Olympics, it’s not that easy.” He’d failed at Sochi in earlier races. “This was a really big day for me. Emotionally I had a lot riding on it.” He said he hadn’t skied his best but he was happy.
Why do these questions have to be so lame? I asked my wife.
But Miller was done. His head slumped. Cooper touched his arm. Eventually, Miller managed to straighten and walk away a few paces, and then he crumpled again. NBC would say the next day that it understood “how [not why] some viewers thought the line of questioning went too far. But it was our judgment that his answers were a necessary part of the story.” Yet Miller, after falling silent, remained fixed in the network’s gaze for more than another minute—until his wife reached him from the crowd and held him.
