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Best Blogpost Of The Day! Ann Althouse

You would think I would chose myself over some Wisconsin law professor, but then, I always have had a thing for law professors, and hate myself. Ann is criticizing the clumsy writing style of  a Vanity Fair writer, who write this  about Tiger Woods’ choice of girlfriends / mistresses:

Tiger’s story has been driven by sex, tons of it, in allegedly all different varieties: threesomes in which he greatly enjoyed girl-on-girl, and mild S&M (featuring hair-pulling and spanking); $60,000 pay-for-sex escort dates; a quickie against the side of a car in a church parking lot; a preference for porn stars and nightclub waitresses, virtually all of them with lips almost as thick as their very full breasts; drug-bolstered encounters designed to make him even more of a conquistador (Ambien, of all things); immature sex-text messages (“Send me something naughty … Go to the bathroom and take [a picture],” “I will wear you out … When was the last time you got [laid]?”); soulful confessions that he got married only for image and was bored with his wife; regular payments of between $5,000 and $10,000 each month to keep his harem quiet

Buzz (yes, that’s the writerrs name) later writes:

It was only when his paramours started pouring out of every cupboard like tenement cockroaches that Tiger expressed some sort of awareness that he was in deep shit….

Now Ann’s had enough. That last bit really sticks her Ann’s craw. She responds:

The most sensible thing for him to do was to keep quiet and request privacy. That wasn’t arrogant. And about that trite cockroaches simile — were their mandibles almost as big as their mesothoraxes?

Classic!

PS. On a related note, I wonder if the advert guys working for Axe Body Spray are pitching for Tiger to become their new spokesman…. or is it too soon?