Love her or Hadar

Getting a pro-shred to commit to anything, especially when it doesn’t involve getting paid, is a rarity. In the unlikely event you do lasso them into something it usually comes with all kinds of lame stipulations and requirements. Like “you can’t ask me about this” or “changed my mind, I don’t want to say that - put this instead”. The end result is a lackluster, unentertaining dialog and further proof that although someone may slay it on a shred stick, they couldn’t interview their way out of a wet paper bag. Having said that we’re proud to introduce you to Laura Hadar – one of the other kind of professionals.

Although she lives in what many of us would consider a fantasy world (you know the one where you travel the world on someone else’s tab, ride exotic locations, bang other hot pros and don’t have to wash your clothes in a laundry mat?) she’s not above talking to the average dude. Better yet, she actually has interesting and relevant shit to say which is why we’ve decided to split her interview into two parts. So grab your cigs and crack a beer because this is one that’s not meant to be read on the shitter (unless you’ve got a laptop).

How did your deal with Nike SB come about?

I heard a rumor they were going to make boots and I was like “oh shit yeah”. I had gotten into Nike Dunks the year before and got kind of crazy about them. So I just thought it would be epic to get free shoes that are cool. So had my man hit up their man and we just kind of made it happen. I'm really stoked on our team right now. You can tell Nike is playing it right by the kids they put on - Bennee, Ejack, Kass, Vito, Annie and of course my lovely stoner, drunk, broke ass. Seriously, how can you hate?

Aren't you afraid of being a labeled a sellout?

Yes and no. I don't want to lose respect from the sub-culture community. But if you look at what Nike is doing and how they are doing it, its hard not to support. There are very few to no brands out there that aren’t already owned or subsidized by huge corporate companies that don't know much or even care about snowboarding. All the people involved with the Nike Snow have their heads in the right place and were previously involved with companies like 32 and Vans. They’ve got my back tough and that shit is few and far between. They hook it up on all ends and it trickles down to the people around me. We just slept eight people comfortably in a suite in Vegas, on Nike's tab. We ordered Room Service and talked about how much money we could scrub for the crew selling AF1's. I see it as Nike isn't just hooking me up, they are hooking up the community of friends that I surround myself with. Just ask all the neighbors of mine sporting fresh kicks.

In the end though, if people call me a sell out, I'm hyped. The more people that talk shit on me, the more people I can be an asshole to with good reason. Worse then being called a sell out is someone being fake about it. If you don't like me, cool - just don't be a fucking pretender about it. Nike is legit, love it or leave it. I've never had a pair of boots that fit so fucking well. These things are like space age technology with original style. Shit is true!

Are Mormon dudes teases?

Total fucking teases. I have a funny story about trying to perp on this one kid last winter. I had just broke up with my boyfriend so I was trying to put myself out there. So I see some of the local tight pants, wide stance kids at the hill and we get to talking. They said they were having a sewing party at their house and the parents were gone. Salt Lake is sort of like Europe, where the boys stay in the house until they get married, so I figured whatever. I was actually kind of excited - when was the last high school-ish feeling party you went to? So I end up driving way out into the burbs for the party that night. I mean way out there - I live downtown SLC and I never go any further than the mouth of the canyons unless I am headed to Cali. Anyways, I pull up and go into the house where my friend grabs me and we head downstairs where there are about ten or more girls and guys in their pj's hanging out and sewing. I mean just sewing. I didn't see anything that would classify it as a party - no beer, no weed, no cigs - just sewing machines and people sitting around giggling and stuff. I'm a pretty oblivious person though so I thought none of them had an ID to buy beer, so after about twenty minutes of being completely uncomfortable I volunteer to make a beer run. As soon as the words came out of my mouth all sewing stopped and all the blue eyed, blonde haired girls and boys just stared at me. It took me about 2.3 seconds to realize all these kids were Mormon. They weren't having a party and calling it a sewing party, they were just sewing. I went upstairs to go out and have a cig and laugh at myself when I seen the family pictures on the wall and all my thoughts were confirmed. There was one main family with about five or six kids, then the next four photos had a new family with at least three to four kids. This family had produced 28 plus people in a short amount of time. The kid I came to mack on ended up being somewhat of jacked Mormon but definitely not enough to get with it and return the mack. After I smoked my cig I had to peace because the beer store was only open for a couple more minutes and I had to get all of the Mormon influence out of my system. It’s funny though because now I'll see some of those kids out at the bar drinking and smoking cigs. We call them tourists because it’s not like they are living this lifestyle – they’re just out there doing it and are okay with that because they know someday they'll go back to the church and pop out five kids with their blondie wife. Tourists. Just sort of checking it out, only to return to their Bible up bringing. Poor kids, their whole life they were taught never to question the church. Now how fucked is that? Seriously. Oh and fun Mo-Mo fact # 23 - Utah has the highest rate of plastic surgery per capita. I swear it’s all those Stepford Mo-Mo wives trying to keep up with each-other. Shit is fucked man.

You were gunning for a three-peat last place finish at the Ex-Games this year. What happened?

Oh fuck, I hurt my knee. I guess it sort of was a long time coming. I've been pretty shitty about the whole jock side of this shit. Like going to the gym, stretching, not drinking beer every single night. But everything is meant to happen for a reason. The time off has given me the opportunity to open up a store with my friend called Fice. It’s right downtown Salt Lake and is kind of an upper end snow/skate boutique. We’ll be right on the local gallery stroll and Corey Smith is doing the first show. It’s going to be really fucking cool. And shit. The X-Gays? The seX Games? I don't even think I'm professional enough to do that contest. I mean you really do have to be able to snowboard.. I'm more like an extreme stunt boarder. The goal for my career is to end upon Maximum eXposure - you know the show that shows roller bladders smashing their balls and stupid rednecks getting run over by ATV's and shit? Fuck yeah, that’s where I'm headed!

To be concluded in Love Her or Hadar,Part II