Okay there is some build up to this.

Months ago my sister and I were riding along and a 90's song was playing. Can't tell you what song was on the radio but I started to sing along with the guitar solo. My sister gives me this funny look.
"What? My generation sings along with the epic guitar solo." *Me*
"My generation doesn't even know what an epic guitar solo is." *Her*
She is 12 years younger than me, firmly a millennial. She had a point, and from a joke stand point her timing was perfect.
So I thought from a second and it hit me. When my generation is old an in retirement/nursing homes, and our music is playing on the oldies station, we will bust out our epic guitar solos and play them out on epic air guitars. Our poor nurses and aids will think we are having seizures.

Time passes and I am tell some one that story and we start talking about the absurd amount of extreme sports and the silly things that have become so. so I said imagine extreme figure skating.
Imagine instead of your a typical figure skater in a spandex unitard and glittery sequences out comes a skinny, pasty mall goth chick in a leather bodice, vinyl booty shorts, thigh high fishnets, knee high boots for skates, wild hair, and the black and white make up that is running. She can preform the Beautiful people.
Not doing it for you? How about this. Couples.
1) is her partner even male, and 2) if he is he will be just as skin and pail as her, in those nut choking pleather hip hugger pants, looking like the lost member of My Chemical Romance. He will have to brush his hair out of his face after each trick. "Nobody understands me". They skate to Pretty Hate Machine.
Imagine the medal ceremony.
"You can shove this gold medal up your fascist ass!"
"I hate you mom"

I had to draw it, and she had to be based off of Judy Hopps.