Wednesday, November 25, 2009

Returning from a wonderful and relaxing Thanksgiving break. I ate entirely too damn much, for sure. And have guilted myself into eating salads most of this week. Too bad I still don't exercise...ah! A goal for next year.

Every morning I wake up to the 5 am news. I like to know the weather, what's been going on, etc. I gotta tell you though, its a slow news week. All the uproar this week is about Tiger and these White House State Dinner party crashers.

What's the big deal about Tiger's car accident? Why does the world feel like they are entitled to answers about what happened? Didn't the police determine that he made some traffic errors and fined him? What makes the rest of the world think they should pry into his home life?

I'm a Tiger Woods fan, to be certain. I guess its the half Thai, half Black thing going on. Whatever. If him and his wife had issues, those are their issues. You just knew the tabloids were going to keep going until they found someone to say, "I slept with Tiger Woods!". Do I think he cheated on his wife? I don't know and don't care. He won't be the first celebrity/atheletic/philanthropist to do so, so lets keep it movin.

Now the party crashers are something else. They just want to be on TV. They had the Real Housewives show following them as they got ready. Then got there and their names were not on the list! BECAUSE YOU WEREN'T INVITED. There is only two ways that should have gone:

1) Damn honey, we weren't invited by the President to the State Dinner. But we got all dolled up! Oh, well, that's what we get for trying to get the hook up via email. Lets go home/out to dinner/get the hell outta here.

2) What do you mean we aren't on the list? Cursing, yelling, shouting and then proceed to make an ass of oneself. Promptly get manhandled by Secret Service.

Here's a newsflash: if you personally were not invited to an event and you show up: YOUR CRASHING!

Wanna run amuk at Diddy's all white event in the hamptons? fine.
Wanna get trashed at the Governor's Ball after the Oscars? go right ahead.
Wanna loot one of those over-the-top sweet sixteen fiascos? help yourself.

But the White House? That's just tacky. She should fit right in with the RHW series. Further evidence that an abundance of money does not buy couth, manners or respectability.