Our comrades at Uncle Popov’s Drunken Sports Rant published an article in April claiming that it is okay to hate Tiger Woods. But his recent “transgressions” have probably enhanced the level of hatred for many.
But I have a problem with the entire Woods v. Elin garbage and its starts with the alleged negotiation of the prenuptials.

Yup, she's the love of my life...and she only cost $5 million!!!
First off, prenuptials scream insecurity. Certainly people with lots of money do not want to get taken to tasks by someone that they are marrying. Problem is that you should not jump into a marriage haphazardly. If you are getting married, you should be confident in the person you are marrying and not just “gettin’ hitched” for the hell of it. Love should be paramount and money should not matter. Is that not the point of the whole “for richer or poorer” nonsense that is repeated in weddings? You are supposed to stand by your partner no matter the financial situation. But a prenuptial undermines that.
Second, the “renuptials” (if you will) is the ultimate show of money overcoming love. It is being reported that Elin will receive at least $5 million to STAY WITH WOODS!!! Um…is this not a form of prostitution? Y’know, paying for love? But that is not for marriage. To steal a line from American Beauty, their “marriage is just for show.” If you have to pay to keep a woman, that is not marriage. And it makes Elin look like a greedy whore who cares nothing about Woods or their children.
But the problem we have with the whole Woods fiasco, and believe us it is a fiasco, is that how hungry people are to see Woods (or any celebrity) fail. Some blame the media for driving the craze and fueling the fire over the car accident and the affairs. But if people did not consume this type of news, there would be no need for the media to produce “dirty” news. And while his ambigous responses and attempts to “hide” everything just drives that hunger…the sharks can sense the blood in the water.
Nevertheless, go to a supermarket check out line and peruse the tabloids (y’know, right across from the candies). Stories of Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, or Britney Spears, or Kirstie Alley, or Oprah, or Jon & Kate, or Lindsay Lohan. All stories of celebrities going down in flames. People love that. They want to consume bad news.
I’ve watched late night television shows and watched Letterman or Conan interview someone and think to myself, “Why the hell are they talking to this person about wallpaper!?!?” Are people really interested in this shit?
The whole industry of “dirty” news has never made sense to me. I am not much for the whole celebrity obession. I do not care about celebrity lives; I do not like the paparazzi…LEAVE CELEBRITIES ALONE, DAMMIT!!! I really do not care about what celebrities do. Again, I hate the hordes of cheap celebrity magazines and how they whore themselves off with stories of who’s getting fat, or knocked up, or back in rehab. And it is not just the magazines, as I have seen “breaking news” about bullshit like Starr Jones being forced off a daytime talk show!!!! Seriously!?
But what drives all of this nonsense about celebrity lives? Well, it is a form of escapism. Think of it this way: celebrities live a luxurious life that a majority of people can only dream of. This is why we love shows such as Cribs…seeing the extravagant homes of the wealthy is a form of escapism. Through the lives of musicians and actors and athletes, we can leave (escape) our “hum-drum” lives and live vicariously through our favorite celebrities.

The only "real" news for some people.
But sometimes, the mundane lives some of us live can lead to dissatisfaction and resentment about those that have more. So, if we see a celebrity fail — someone who is placed on a pedestal (no matter if they are lofted up by the media or their own doings) — it makes us feel better about our lives. We are reminded that even the “best” can falter.
So, “dirty” news is produced because there is a market for it. And, as referenced above, it is because it takes our attentions off of how dismal our own lives are. Consider the following…
You get up at 6am to drive your Geo Prism to your shitty job, where you work your ass off for no respect. You are probably working under some punk-ass kid with no experience who only got the job because his daddy knew someone. Then, you drive home in rush hour traffic, which is at a stand-still for 45 minutes. You make dinner — meat from a can and potatoes from a box. And, just when you find the perfect vein to slice open (remember, up the arm, not across it)…BAM!!!! There is a sign of hope on your 13-inch television. It’s Tiger Woods! And he has released a statement about his “transgressions” and that he is not “perfect.” Ah, hope!!!! Even Eldrick slips. That makes your day end on a happy note. You put the razor blade down and smile. All is right with the world…….at least until 6am.






