Tiger Woods is a genius. Tiger Woods is stupid. Cable talk-show hosts keep asking guests to comment on Tiger Woods, and most of them say we should just leave him alone. Well … this is what happens when you make millions off such a wholesome image.
Joy Behar made a good point the other night: When are the media going to ask Tiger’s wife, Elin, how well she knew this philandering guy before she married him? Could it be that she knew a lot? (Same question for Sandra Bullock.)
A low-level diplomat from Qatar tries to sneak a smoke in an airplane bathroom … and the FBI is summoned. Isn’t this the kind of “crime” committed every day in junior high schools?
About a month ago, I was watching Jimmy Kimmel’s show when he did a segment about a little girl who was infatuated with a teen pop star. Kimmel arranged to have the pop star surprise the precocious tot with a visit on the show. It was cute. End of story, I thought.
Some time later, I noticed the pop star’s name, Justin Bieber, in the newspaper. Then he showed up in Newsweek. And in Time. And in Entertainment Weekly. And on Chelsea Handler’s TV show. Now I see that the kid is slated to appear on Saturday Night Live. Who the hell IS this kid? God, I must be old.
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