The never-ending news coverage of Tiger Woods’ car accident continues, and continues, and continuesâ€”for one reason.
In other words, people want to knowâ€”are dying to knowâ€”whether Woods was cheating on his wife, and with whom (Rachel Uchitel? J.R. Richard? My uncle?). They don’t care about the car accident; about poor driving; about broken windows and shattered headlights and all the jazzy jazz that accompanies everyday crashes.
No, they care about the sex. Tiger Woods having sex withâ€”who?
I, for one, don’t care. At all. I loathe these stories. I never pay attention, even when they’re all but force fed to the masses. Anna Nicole Smith? Have no clue about the details. Never listened. Britney Spears-K-Fed? Have no clue about the details. Never listened.
This stuff just isn’t my thing.