I can't decide who's the bigger porn star, that woman or the media. As a former journalist, I found out in a quick hurry how things are run and how different they are from what instructors try to teach in even in the best journalism schools (I went to Arkansas State in Jonesboro, which has a rich journalistic teaching tradition; the best is said to be in Columbia, Missouri, home of the Tigers).
For those of you who know the term "yellow journalism" know that this term applies today even more so than it did in its origins, around the turn of the last century (and I can't believe we can talk about more than one century in our lifetime). Today's media has sunken to National Enquirer levels, and it won't be going away anytime soon, especially with the proliferation of today's technology.
"Anything for a story" seems to be the mantra, and the whoring media applied another layer of lipstick and an extra spritz of perfume when this Tiger thing broke. It's sickening to watch, so I didn't bother to watch them wooing each other to see who would mention the bordello first. That would have been the lemon juice in the paper cut.
It was only after I graduated that it dawned on me how ludicrous this journalism profession can be. It was a class I took in my junior year, and I later placed it in the lengthy list of oxymorons that we find humorous, alongside military intelligence:
Thanks for hearing me out. I feel better.