Posted by Loulou on Feb 9, 2014 | 1 comment

Julia Lipnitskaia–poetry on ice!

I am very disturbed by the AOL news yesterday about the ex-pairs figure skater, Irina Rodnina, who jogged with ex-hockey player, Vladislav Tretiak, to light the Olympic flame in Russia.  She is the same woman who tweeted a terribly offensive photograph on her site of our beautiful, elegant president (and now has taken it off, thank heaven), and I can tell you, I was shocked and furious at her racist posting.  Unbelievable that she was chosen to light the Olympic torch!  As papa asked, was there a message in that? I hope not.

Now here’s the rub:  If you saw the lighting of the flame, you saw the two people I mentioned, one, an enormous, rugby-type man, still in great shape after all these years since his Olympic hockey medals, and the other one, a short, dumpy (let’s just call it fat) little woman who, from a distance, resembled the animal to which she referred in her tweet…well, I’m not going there.  As Bobby Dylan says in his song, you don’t want to let yourself be dragged down in the hole that she’s in.  Maybe it was her outfit, but she does not look like an ex-skater today.

The discovery of her action at first made me wish to simply not watch any of the Olympics, but yesterday, when mama and papa were watching figure skating, I changed my mind. There is something so beautiful about skating that it can cancel out unpleasant events that are now in the past, and I’d just like to concentrate on the beauty of the downhill skiers, the skaters, those crazy kids who snowboard and so many other wonders of the winter Olympics.

But I just had to say something about her.

Bet Irina probably isn’t doing a lot of lutzes or camels today. Curling, maybe…

I’m warmin’ up for my camel…