What is the deal with Vanity Fair‘s obsession with Tiger Woods and his merry band of hookers? The new issue, on stands today, continues its coverage of the Gross Baboons that brought down America’s most boring sports superstar. The Temptation of Tiger Woods, Part Two digs deeper into this less-than-riveting story, which is sooo yesterday’s breakfast. Surely I am not alone when scratching my head wondering why Vanity Fair, my favorite (or used to be favorite) magazine would spend their resources and time on something that could have lived on thier blog and save the printed pages for more compelling worldly people. The new cover is a beefcake shot of the top soccer players in the world. Now, David Beckham is one thing, and yes, these guys are hotter than hot. But this is friggen Vanity Fair. Since when does golf and soccer make for interesting reading? I give up. Maybe, I know nothing and should sit back and watch the world go koo koo for cocoa puffs, waxing poetic on things that could not be more fotz-inating. Look at these photos and tell me, would you attribute this pictorial to the likes of Vanity Fair or…rather…Maxim?
The perception of those who used to make it into the pages of Vanity Fair were people who were amazingly accomplished, people who lived lives you only dreamed about. It was beyond aspirational. Now with the bar set so low, it is as though you read up on who you never want to be like, or perhaps feel sorry for. Though I have no pity for the likes of Veronica Siwik-Daniels, Cori Rist or Jamiee Grubbs (as in get your grubbies out of my pages of VF). Well, the upside of this is that I MEAN…WHAT?!? gets a few new nominees for Gross Baboon of the Year. Loredana Jolie…the competition is getting fierce.