I have a love/hate relationship with figure skating. Part of me roots for the fact that it's fairly artistic—it's the closest thing to dance I'll ever see at the Olympics. (PS: I'm obsessed with all things Olympics.) On the other hand, I'm always cringing at skaters' lines and sloppy limbs. And then there are the long programs set to music from Swan Lake accompanied by bad, feathery costumes, which are truly hard to watch.