November 24, 2002
From the desk of Mindles H. Dreck:A Strip of Anna Kournikova's Fabric
Squash was my sport. It's a clean-cut preppy one with no money and little glamour. College and pro squash players go on to run hedge funds and opine on healthcare and politics. It's an anachronism in today's world (until you've seen Fives, that is).
Perhaps that is about to change. The 18th ranked woman player in the U.K., one Vicky Botwright, has stirred up quite a buzz by taking the court in a thong! After gaining the requisite notoriety, she even auctioned the thong off in Hong Kong.
Somebody tell Tony Pierce.
Incidentally, last night I watched an episode of CSI that my Tivo had spooled up for me. It was preceded by a slew of warnings about "brief nudity". Added bonus! Good Tivo! I settled in to watch TV cheap-thrill history in the making.
It was a corpse. Dead boobs. What the hell? Based on this and the unedited Schindler's List I'd say the evolving TV nudity code is "we'll show skin if the character is murdered...or about to be." The mind reels. If I was the sort of person to lament cultural sickness, I'd...well, I'd be lamenting right now.
I'll stick with squash and the quite healthy Ms. "Bodright".
Posted by Mindles H. Dreck at November 24, 2002 9:17 PM | TrackBack | Technorati inbound links