Nobody’s perfect, except for 1980s East German Olympic figure skating champion Katarina Witt. God, she was the embodiment of perfection. But she’s in her mid-forties now, and, well… not that I have anything against women in their mid-forties, but by conventional standards of “perfection,” even a former world-class athlete will find it impossible to measure up, if only because over time she has inevitably become less “perfect” than her former self, and, logically, she cannot therefore be “perfect.” So: Nobody’s perfect, including Katarina Witt circa 2010.
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