The news has been so uninteresting, especially these days, with the Tiger Woods story monopolizing the media with his bevvy of hookers (I know, they all aren’t, but they are, Blanche) jumping face first in front of any camera that will have them. Who was it that said, “Eeny meeny miney mo, catch a Tiger bye his…well…surely not his toe.” Oh, right, yours truly. I have tried to limit the I Mean…What?!? coverage of The Tiger Woods Saga, reason being…it is boring as hell. How the media has made milk toast into a sex commodity is by far the greatest feat known to man.
Today’s headline in the New York Post claiming that “Tiger Pulls Out” is way too much of a visual now that 800 cheap Hooter-type girls have been bandying about staking their claim on whatever crumbs they can get. Is this what Gloria Steinem had in mind for the women’s movement? Think again. No matter how often Tiger has been the lead story, I still can’t help thinking, “Golf is sooo boring and hopefully, if this is golf’s fifteen minutes of fame…then we are at fourteen…so we can get back to what really matters, like Keeping Up With the Kardashians.” Come on, even I would rather listen to those gals than people like Jamie Jungers or Rachel (Lips McGilicutty) Uchitel.