(Regarding Zyzz) “If you need to take that many drugs to look like that….you need to kill yourself – Jamie Lewis: Chaos and Pain.
It’s been three years to the day that Russian born, Australian, Aziz Shavershian died in a sauna in Pattaya, Thailand. (Who the fuck uses a sauna in Pattaya?? – this place IS a sauna 24-7/365). Zyzz used to refer to himself as the Son of Zeus and Brother of Hercules? If he was such a fan of Greek mythology, maybe he should have tried reading the story of Icarus.
Before the era of the internet (non) celebrity, men were attracted to the sport through masculine representations of wholesome, enduring icons who had, funnily enough, actually achieved something via competitive avenues. With words like “competition” and “achievement” being too hard for many of Generation Useless to aspire and commit to, they seek out a new forms of “overnight success” via whichever flavour of the month presents the latest and most attractive path of least resistance.
It’s said that Zyzz;s legacy was that he attracted thousands of new guys to the sport for which I personally am extremely thankful for. After all, who wouldn’t want to share a gym with hundreds of new guys, most in the early twenties, looking to emulate their hero and inspiration by working out (upper body only), using boat loads of drugs and primping and preening for the daily upload to Instagram and the next music festival?
I know every region of the world has it’s own cultural version of the douchebag, but the Zyzz imitation phenomenon is one which is pretty endemic to Australia in particular and is largely the result of misplaced hero worship.
If working out in a gym with serious, hard working individuals dedicated to excellence has the effect that it raises your own performance; then isn’t the converse also true?
Bodybuilding…. What happened?