Overthinking Tennis
When you're watching Wimbledon and rooting for a giant, lanky Czech guy you've never heard of to beat Mini Nadal, because Mini Nadal is really good and you want a different player to win the whole thing.
Only halfway through the match you realise he's not Czech but Chilean, and then you can't help but have second thoughts about rooting for him on moral grounds, since you've been to Latin America recently and seen in person that in many countries (Chile perhaps foremost amongst them perhaps) the people of European descent have subjugated the rest of the population by any means necessary in order to maintain an iron grip on power and the economy for literally 500 years and counting. Although, of course, no one can choose their station of birth and really shouldn't be judged by it.
But then Pequeño Nadal wins the thrilling 4-hour match and it's all a moot point anyway, and maybe next time it'd be better just to enjoy the riveting exhibition of incredibly rich men hitting around a little yellowish green felt ball in front of some 15,000 other incredibly rich folks outside of London instead of subconsciously making everything into a class struggle. Or something....
NB: Also, the original idea here was just to mention that it was creepy to be watching a stream of, let's say, dubious legality and see ads for a place you just travelled through. Although on the other hand, it's comforting to know that whatever dodgy entity is behind the ads mistakenly thinks you:
A) Could ever in your life have enough money to purchase a villa in Dubai, and
B) Would ever in your life want to live in Dubai - aka, everything that's wrong with contemporary ‘capitalism’, masquerading as a dusty city in one convenient strip of sand and crushing contradictions by the sea.
