This morning while scanning my proud paper of record, The New York Post, I saw the news that Tiger Woods’ ho Rachel Uchitel has landed a new gig at “Extra”. Apparently, she was on the show with Mario Lopez the other night and impressed the producers so much that they’ve hired her on as a “special correspondent”.
From the Post: “A show source added, ‘She won’t talk about Tiger, but she talks about how she wants to find a husband and have kids. She only has a few real friends left whom she trusts. She is alone a lot and spends time with her two dogs. She seems very vulnerable.'”
Boo-hoo. My heart aches for her. Well, I guess it’s better to be paid by Warner Bros. than it is to be paid by Tiger.
What a great message Rachel is sending out to women. If your opportunities seem slim, just hook up with a married athlete, shame yourself in the national media and watch the prospects pile up.
Read more: http://www.nypost.com/p/pagesix/soft_landing_XH2tZ9zHQ2vUxTsZI3tgXP#ixzz0f8wEzcYd
Looking for a P/T holiday job that doesn’t involve folding sweaters at the Gap, selling Christmas trees or working the register at a Wal-Mart?
Well, it appears that emerging as one of Tiger Woods’ mistresses is just the ticket you need for a little extra holiday cash.
As of this morning, up to 10 women have reportedly come forward with allegations that they have had relationships with the golf phenom. These gals all seem to be club “promoters”, cocktail waitresses or, as in one report, a pancake house waitress. I guess boinking the married-with-kids God of Golf is a hell of a lot better than slinging blueberry pancakes and eggs.
According to some reports, Rachel Uchitel may have already been paid a million dollars for her silence, and Jamiee Grubbs has sold her soul story in exchange for the cover of this week’s US Weekly. Who’s next? If you’d even been hit on by Tiger, would you trade your dignity for a chance at a pay-off? Could certainly help pay those holiday bills.
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