And then from there to Tiger.
One of the Cincinnati Bengals' wide receivers (Chris Henry) died yesterday morning, apparently after having had a "domestic disturbance" with his fiancee the night before. Whatever transpired indoors, she went out, got in the pickup truck, and started to drive away. He got in the truck bed, and somehow fell out, had a traumatic head injury, and died Thursday morning.
Anyway. We had our office Xmas dinner last night (to tie together a few themes), and I cannot believe how many people went from Chris Henry to Tiger Woods, suggesting that maybe his wife should kill him for cheating on her.
1. Chris Henry's fiancee didn't kill him; he was a jackass who got in the back of a moving pickup truck, which even kids know not to do.
2. Uh, no. Cheating on your wife is wrong, but I can't really get behind death as a fitting punishment.
Then one of my co-workers (who is known as the queen of the inappropriate comment) started talking about women who eat their placentas after giving birth.
So, your typical holiday party, really.
Ew! Ew!
I had already heard about it, so I just rolled my eyes and kept on drinking wine. But pretty much every man within earshot cringed and ran for the canapes. As did some of the women.
So, your typical holiday party, really.
Aiieee.
I can't even get fully behind "divorce and take bunches of his money" all the time. I'm not sure why. But if taking the money causes emotional pain, then I guess it's okay. It just seems to be translating the offence to something much more mundane.
At least the Usain segue to Tiger was me hoping Usain was unmarried since he was a big party boy and could very well be a player--saying it's good when people know better than to tie the knot when they're not done playing the field.
Good lord, I had conversations about both just the other night. Though there was no segue.
I'm afraid my opinion of Tiger begins and ends with he's quite good looking and a hell of a golf player. Infidelities among the rich and famous don't even ping me anymore.
I went to the campus holiday lunch with my two coworkers, and we talked about sex ed in the schools, and I told the story of how Dillo is currently interested in how babies are born, and just last night was listing who was born from whose vagina in our family.
This was a voluntary work event, though, and these two coworkers can take it.
ita, I think non-contributers can partake in work potlucks, because otherwise, there's a ridiculous amount of food. It's not like a family-based potluck, where theoretically, each unit brings a unit's worth of food.
I have missed at least two work holiday lunches (including one potluck), and am not missing them at all. Well, maybe the potluck a little...
Tiger went and said he'd like to walk in on his mistress doing David Boreanaz, though. No matter how blasé I might become, that's gonna raise my eyebrows.
I'm stunned by the scope of coverage, though. Perhaps it's just because so many women are willing to be so detailed, but he's all over so many magazines. And losing sponsors left right and central. Michael Jordan and Magic Johnson weathered their infidelity stories much better.
We had our office holiday lunch last Wednesday. My coworkers and I talked about cars, travel plans, and the effect of US corn subsidies on the price of unhealthy food. But not placentas.
