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Showing posts with label Elin. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Elin. Show all posts

Friday, August 27, 2010

The Sad Cheater


Tiger Woods is just completely void of any human emotions, isn't he? Well, wait. Is horny an emotion? What about jackassery? OK, if those two count, then he has two human emotions. But if they don't, then he's just a freaking robot. A lying, cheating, home-wrecking, whore-loving, freaking robot.

Elin's divorce from Tiger was finalized a couple of days ago. Immediately afterward, People magazine announced that she had done an interview with them. There don't seem to be any huge revelations in the interview, just more of what we had all pretty much surmised. After all, how many ways are there to feel when you find out that your husband is a scumbag who has cheated on you with every porn star he could find? Not many ways that people aren't going to be familiar with, that's what I'm guessing.

And naturally, Tiger felt the need to address the issue in the only way that he seems to know how. That is, without any sort of feeling or emotion being expressed and by completely minimizing the entire situation. Here's what he had to say at a press conference at The Barclays golf tournament in New Jersey, according to
People Magazine:

"It's a sad time in our lives. And we're looking forward to how we can help our kids the best way we possibly can. And that's the most important thing." Um, are you kidding me? It's a sad time? SAD? I don't know if sad is the word that I would choose. It's so minimal, considering that he slept with every whore out there (and even a few whores in there). I'm also taking issue with how the most important thing is his kids. Hey, Tiger! If the most important things were your kids while you were still married, perhaps you would have been such a man-whore and been doing the Perkins waitress! What a buffoon.

He didn't stop there with his hollow statements. "Asked if he was "relieved" with the split, Woods paused. "I don't think that's the word...I think it's just more sadness. Because I don't think you ever – you don't ever go into a marriage looking to get divorced. That's the thing. That's why it is sad." Good Lord, sir. Does he not understand that this isn't something that has happened to him?! It's not like you just suddenly found yourself divorced, you cheater! And you're right! No one expects what you bestowed upon your completely clueless and rather hot Swedish wife! Did you go into the marriage expecting to never get caught, cheater? He's so in love with himself, he probably did.

He did semi-allude to this possibly being his fault when he said, "My actions certainly led us to this decision...And I've certainly made a lot of errors in my life and that's something I'm going to have to live with." Once again, it's all about him. You know who else has to live with your "errors", you cheater? Your now ex-wife AND your children! And I don't know that they're going to grow up thinking that their father made some simple "errors" and that's why mom and dad divorced before they had even entered kindergarten. Cheater.

And in his final statement (for now) of completely not accepting responsibility OR reality, he said, "I certainly understand that she is sad...And I feel the same way." Oh, my God. Really? Really, cheater? I don't know that sad is a completely accurate description of how she is feeling. Betrayed? Lied to? Cheated on? Humiliated? Embarrassed? Duped? Deceived? I think she feels all of those in addition to being sad! And if Tiger does feel sad, it's simply because he got caught. Cheater. Are you going to dig up your dad's ol' bones again to ease some of your pain? Cheater.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Teach Me Tiger...wah wah wah wah wah

I'm sure that I'm just hammering this whole Tiger Woods thing right into the ground. I'm aware of that. But there's nothing more than I enjoy than watching the self-induced implosion and subsequent fall of the overly sanctimonious. It's like a real reality show. And I find it awesome.

Naturally, I find nothing more awesome than that which can be attributed to a certain individual in a comedic form that it was not originally intended to be. Even more awesome than that is finding a gem such as that which is over fifty years old and still, when placed in the proper (and most amusing) context, will make you laugh with ironic glee. Today that source is a one April Stevens.

Now, I know you're saying "Who?" So did I. In fact, I'm still kind of saying "Who?", but it doesn't matter. April Stevens was a singer back in the 1950s and 1960s. It seemed as if she had a penchant for breathy music with sultry lyrics. More than one of her songs was banned from radio play, but that didn't stop them from climbing the charts. This particular number that I'll be discussing here made it clear up to number 86 on Billboard's charts.

In 1959, Ms. Stevens and her brother, a one Nino Tempo, knocked out a steamy little number entitled "Teach Me Tiger". Basically, the woman singing is wanting to have her man, her tiger, if you will, teach her things and touch her in places that are never mentioned. I'm not quite sure which part of the lyrics are my favorite. The beginning when she breathes out "Hi. Tiger!" Or perhaps it just the exquisite usage of the lyrics "wah wah wah wah wah". It's hard to fit a five-wah-er into music regardless of the decade.

Hi Tiger


Teach me tiger how to kiss you.. wah wah wah wah wah
Show me tiger how to kiss you.. wah wah wah wah wah
Take my lips,
they belong to you..
But teach me first, teach me what to do..
.

Touch me tiger when I'm close to you wah wah wah wah wah
Help me tiger I don't know what to do wah wah wah wah wah
I know that you
could love me too
But show me first, show me what to do


This is the first love
that I have ever known
What must I do
to make you my very own?


Teach me tiger how to tease you wah wah wah wah wah
Tiger, tiger I wanna squeeze you wah wah wah wah wah
All of my love
I will give to you
But teach me TIGER.. or I'll teach you


Tiger .. Tiger.. Tiger..

Special, eh? I thought you'd think so. The music is below. The accompanying video is merely a slideshow of a bunch of stills, but it shows you who this woman was at the time of her tantillizing and breathless recording. In fact, she's still an extremely attractive woman, fifty years after the fact. Behold!

She's gotta be what? 68-70? If we can look half that good when we're seventy, we'll be happy. In the meantime, while we're waiting to wither away into old age, what say we enjoy the song in it's newly found context - that of serial fornicator Tiger Woods.