Tiger Woods hired prostitutes?
According to the New York Post, escort agency madam Michelle Braun claims she sent at least four paid escorts on six dates with Tiger Woods from late 2006 and 2007 for a grand total of $60,000. That’s the price of an Escalade!
“The most was for a girl (named Loredana) in Manhattan,” said Braun. “He paid $15,000 for her. He liked girl-on-girl. He had sex with them together.” Yikes.
And it gets racier. Woods’ lawyers in the UK have also secured a court order prohibiting British publications from printing naked photos of Tiger as well as any videos of the golfer, although they also insist that this is not an admission of guilt. It’s funny because a similar thing happened to us when we discovered a video camera in our office and paid the security guard to never show our boss video footage of us dancing on our desks drinking whisky straight from the bottle, but we’ve totally never done that. It was just a precautionary measure, of course.
A nostalgic moment for charlie Sheen
Back to Tiger: The more information that comes out, the more we get to thinking about the sex lives of the rich and famous. We can also certainly judge Tiger Woods for paying for sex, but do we actually have stronger morals than Tiger? Or is it just that, given the middle class, nonfamous lives that we lead, the temptation for a high-class call girl isn’t something that can be an immediate reality for us?
While we don’t condone infidelity, and our sympathy goes out to Tiger’s wife Elin Nordegren, we can’t help but wonder how many people would behave like Tiger if in his position. It’s rumored that, when speaking of prostitutes, Charlie Sheen once said, “I don’t pay for the sex; I pay them to leave.”
And now a prostitution history lesson (sort of)
And as far as the ladies are concerned, most women wouldn’t consider prostitution a tempting profession for $80 a half hour or whatever the going rate is on the streets these days, but what about $15,000 to sleep with a famous person just once and probably get a nice dinner or at least some champagne out of it? That reminded us of a story about a conversation legendary speaker Winston Churchill allegedly had with a socialite back in the day. It went down a little something like this:
Churchill: Madam, would you sleep with me for five million pounds?
Socialite: My goodness, Mr. Churchill! Well, I suppose… we would have to discuss terms, of course…
Churchill: Would you sleep with me for five pounds?
Socialite: Mr. Churchill, what kind of woman do you think I am?!
Churchill: Madam, we’ve already established that. Now we are haggling about the price.
On that note, happy Friday! It’s finally the weekend, which means you should party hard and get your demons out before you make any terrible mistakes at the office Christmas party next week.
The world is going to hell, and Zhu Zhu hamsters are the cutest sign of the apocalypse ever.