Tiger Wood's Attempt At "Looking Hardcore". Nice try wimpy.

In February’s Vanity Fair, Bissinger recalls a 1997 GQ interview that Woods gave when he was 21. The golfer, now 33, made a “series of profane quips” about women, sex and athletes that now provide “a sustained glimpse of the real Tiger Woods,” writes Bissinger, who refers to Woods as a “sex addict.”

At one point, Woods said during the tape recorded interview: “What I can’t figure out is why so many good-looking women hang around baseball and basketball. Is it because, you know, people always say that, like, black guys have big dicks?”

Bissinger notes that during a photo shoot — “where four women attended to his every need and flirted with him as he flirted back” — Woods told a joke. He rubbed the tips of his shoes together and then asked the women, “What’s this?” Woods then replied. “It’s a black guy taking off his condom.”

Woods also cracked that lesbians are “faster” at sex than gay men because women “are always going 69,” Bissinger notes.

Bissinger writes that the interview “was the only honest and open one Woods has ever given. After that the steel wall of insulation came down, spearheaded by I.M.G.,” his agency.

Joe Logan, a co-founder of a Web site called MyPhillyGolf.com, tells Vanity Fair that Woods — who has an estimated net worth of $600 million — fraudulently created an image so he could earn as much money as possible through endorsements.

“He held himself out to a higher standard he created and built and cashed in on,” he tells the magazine. “Everyone feels duped and betrayed. It’s not like some guy who got drunk and jumped in the sack with some waitress.”

The public shouldn’t be so surprised by the Tiger Woods sex scandal, says Pulitzer Prize winner Buzz Bissinger.

 

 

 

 

Many of us in the African American community have always verbalized our disgust with America’s favorite Uncle Tom, Tiger Woods. For some of us, not me, it was because he seemed to perfer white women , for most, it was because he made it clear to the world that he didn’t see himself as black and even tried to convince us that he was a special racial category ‘canabalasian‘, that was to me the real issue.

The few Uncle Tom’s who reach the level of success Tiger Woods has reached at least understand how important it is to not intentionally offend blacks, you know, the people the UT (Uncle Tom) is trying so hard not to be like.

UT’s like Quincy Jones, Ice-T, Clarence Thomas, Taye Diggs, etc usually put on a fake persona as if to say, “sure I don’t touch black women, and I have no real ties to the community but I am still real“. For many of us that’s fine because I like many black women nowadays could care less if a brotha prefers white over black. We are so used to seeing our men act like white women are the gold standard of desire to now many of us are starting to ‘get it’ and just don’t give a damn like we used to. There are plenty of fish of other races in the sea, it does go both ways.

But the grand wizard of UT’s, Tiger Woods is by far the most self hating black athlete or celebrity of our time. This man has actually convinced himself that when he looks in the mirror, that a mixed-race black man is not starring back. To make fun of your fellow black athletes for doing the same exact thing your doing but you see yourself as different because you think your in another racial category is HYSTERICAL!

Now it’s true he was only 21 when this story was written, but I say if he is a dog now, he most likely was one back then also, and this Vanity Fair article from 1996 is clear proof the Tiger Woods has some serious , MAJOR issues with his racial identity, we, the African American community weren’t just jealous when we leashed our criticism towards him, like so many white love to charge. When I read this article, I got the impression of a white guy making a insulting black joke to another fellow white person. Do you know how pathetic it is to act in such a desperate manner and crack such a joke when you yourself are black, and an athlete, and you having nothing but hot white women catering to your every need? FAKE! FAKE! FAKE!  

We smelled a rat then and now the world see’s his sorry, cheating, nasty butt for what he is.   I am THRILLED for his poor wife Elin, because reports are already stating that she may get $300 million for her troubles. I think she has earned every single last dime. The humiliation of this scandal will follow her and her children for years, and this is just about one of the few things that can help her ease her pain. You GO GIRL!

That’s a lie. The truth is, I attract about the same percentage of available white men my age (and far younger!) now as I did when I was thirtyand that’s not including the unavailable white men who want to play around anyway.

Enough white men want me that I was hardly facing enforced celibacy, but I don’t want them.

I want black men. They want me. We look at one another and exchange a visible frisson of sexual energy in the lingering glances. And our attraction is based first on race. We are not those couples who “happen to fall in love” with someone of a different race or more purposefully come together but out of some greater sense of interracial understanding and respect. Not as politically-correct men and women do we seek one another out. The Internet has made it a lot easier for us to find each other now. Men advertise: ebony seeks ivory. Women write: seeking tall, dark, and handsome. Very dark. We are not the same people who say: Race is not important. It is important to us. We have race-specific desires.

Even in a time when nearly 40 percent of single Americans have dated outside their race, that deliberate seeking of the specific other makes some people, especially black women, damned mad.

We are what they denigrate and castigate: white women and black men who choose one another because of our racial differences. They resent our taking their men. Black men are two and a half times more likely to marry a white woman than a black woman is to marry a white man. Black women can point to that statistic in justifying their wrath. But in truth, black sisters, we’re after the sex, not the ringand these guys aren’t the marrying kind anyway.

Yes, the sex!

The woman who goes after black men is a variant of sex journalist Susie Bright’s “white bitch in heat,” a woman who puts sex first even though women aren’t supposed to do that. According to one school of thought, white women turn to black men when their sex drives kick into higher gear and their social inhibitions recede into the rearview mirror. It’s a “yes, baby, now I’m ready for you” reaction.

When we get to the “yes, baby” place, they know it, and they are ready and waiting for us. Black men have more energy, style and edge than white men. They know how to flirt, a nearly lost art among the rest of us. A black man is so damned sexy because he knows how to make a woman feel sexy. 

Black men have something white guys don’t have anymore: confidence in their masculinity, their sexuality. They clearly know they’re men. White men appear to be waiting for the latest sociological research study to let them know if they are men or not. Yet black men are gentlemen, something else white men no longer are. They make me feel like a woman, both respected and desired. I can let go of my inhibitions, my need to control, when I am with them. How many white men can treat a woman like a lady and ravish her too?

I often felt in my White Period that only during heated sex does that little layer of air bubbles between me and the world pop and disappear, leaving me open to intimate connection. It takes a lot of friction for two white people to get that close. These black men, so alive with erotic electricity, cut through the bubbles with a touch, a caress, a kissand they free meand I can truly touch them. I am like a pampered passenger in a Porsche with an expert driver at the wheel. I know I could suggest a route change, but I never really want to do that. On the other hand, the last time I had sex with a white man, we slogged along a bumpy road in a really old VW, the driver like the typical bumbling tv husband who would neither ask for nor accept the directions he badly needed.

My current lover, a handsome businessman, seduced me via eye contact at a neighborhood bar while I was eating burgers with a friend. Without saying a word, he paid the compliments, asked the questions with his expressive eyes. He didn’t move over to sit beside me and ask if he could buy me a drink until he knew the time was right. Both soft-spoken and assertive, he has impeccable manners and charm. I was kissing him in a cab 30 minutes after that drink.

On another night in that same bar, a different black man, an artist, knelt and kissed my knees.

I am sure there must be some black men who aren’t good in bed. Personally, I have not experienced one who isn’t. (True, I am not dating down the socioeconomic ladder, but I didn’t do that when I dated white either, so the racial comparisons seem valid and fair.) They look better than white men, they touch and kiss and make love better than white men. Statistically, their penises are only a fraction of an inch bigger on average, but they seem bigger and harder.

White men over 40 have lost their waistlines and their zest for lifeif they ever had it. They carry resentments, grudges and extra pounds in their basketball bellies. Perhaps a good part of that bloat is unhappiness. Even the thin ones look flabby somehow and deeply aggrieved. They nurse the smallest perceived slight longer than their double shots of Scotch. Surely our culture as much as biology turns them into softer, spongier, less-interesting versions of their youthful selves just at the point where women and black men and other minorities are emerging strong. Society overvalues the white man, leaving him angry and bitter when he realizes, around age 40, that he’s not all that.

With the exception of some Italians, white men don’t turn me on anymore.

That admission puts me in the same category as the older man only interested primarily or exclusively in young women. While women my age scowl and frown at these aging, Upper West Side Boomers pushing strollers as the hand of the thin, blonde wife 20 years their junior rests lightly on their arm, I feel a kinship with the old goats. We are the same, me and that bald white guy, drawn to the exotic other, not caring that the object of our desire has no childhood memory of a Kennedy assassination or a typical WASP Sunday dinner of over-roasted beef, lumpy mashed potatoes and soggy vegetables.

Analyze the roots of attractions all you wantlike scientists have doneand you won’t come up with a perfect explanation for why we crave what we do. Desire rises from our depths and is gloriously oblivious to the good opinion of others. Yet until recently, I pretended that my lust was an equal-opportunity craving, because that seemed like the right thing to do.  

Halfway through the first glass of wine in my last date with a white man, I realized that little clouds of sadness and self-pity were regularly fluffing off his psyche like the dust clouds kicked up by that dirt-smudged “Peanuts” character as he walks through Charlie Brown’s life. This guy was at least mildly depressed, and I wanted to tell him to exercise, lose weight, trim the combover and get interested in something outside yourself. I would have walked out on him immediately, but he seemed to expect that. I couldn’t deliver the blow to his ego proffered like the naked neck of a martyr to the ax. My Southern cousins would describe his general demeanor as a “hangdog air.” Into the second glass of wine and glancing longingly at the exit, I wanted to hang that dog myself when he mentioned that his face was flushedI hadn’t noticedbecause he’d taken a Viagra “just in case.”

What did he think would entice me more: That he assumed sex was probable because I’m a sex journalistor that he would need chemical help if sex did occur? I cannot even imagine a black man bungling an attempted seduction in such a sad way. That was my last token white guy. I recently came out of my racial-preference closet and told my friends, “I love black men. I’m not attracted to white men over 40, and I’m not dating them anymore. Really, it’s not them, it’s me. Nobody was surprised.

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The two are said to have got on like a house on fire and Akshay even managed to get the American rapper to don Indian clothes for the music video. The film’s producer Vipul A Shah said: “Their chemistry was worth seeing as they’re superstars from two different worlds. To say the least, the video is looking brilliant.” The song is already a hit in India and is being played regularly on radio stations and in bars. In the video, the singer who has been in and out of trouble with the police for most of his life, is seen wearing a traditional Indian kurta or long shirt, beige trousers with a turban studded with a diamond.

Indian film-maker Deepak Tijori told Sky News: “He has a very very select audience and the song is blended with a typical Bollywood song. It is a good pinch of salt but will not be the mainstay of the film.”

In other words, it’s Akshay who is drawing in the crowds in India, not necessarily the US rapper.

But that hasn’t deterred Snoop, who apparently has plans to follow up with a tour to India.

“Snoop Dogg has a lot of fans in India and I love ‘em right back,” he said.

His co-performer Akshayis effusive with his compliments: “The song is mind-blowing. I made a few friends listen to it and they haven’t stopped gushing about it.

“I am confident like the rest of the soundtrack this will go on to become a major chartbuster.”

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My opinion- There isn’t anything Snoop won’t do to stay relevant.  First it’s doing the opening theme for One Life to Live, Then doing a country song, now Bollywood..Let me be clear, I would normally admire this type of creativity and open mindness when it came to true artists that appreciate and promote diversity. Unfortunately, this seems to be another example of a hip-hop celeb doing anything possible to stay relevant and to make money.

10 years ago Snoop would have laughed his ass off if, Warren G decided to do something like this. But selling out to mainstream media is all the rage now with former rap heavy weights like Busta Rhymes, 50 Cent, and others because rap and hip-hop has slowly self destructed into pop music. Let’s face it, hip-hop is offically dead, there isn’t any money left to be made . There are no hardcore rappers left, get used to it. At least Eminem keeps it real, he seems to be the only rapper left who could care less about crossing over. Why can’t these guys just make great music like in the old days? Sigh…..

“There’s a phenomenon sweeping the African American community: Black men traveling to places like Brazil and the Dominican Republic for sex. A new book Don’t Blame It on Rio: The Real Deal Behind Why Men Go to Brazil for Sex (Grand Central Publishing, April 2008) by Jewel Woods and Karen Hunter attempts to get to the heart of this issue and show that it’s bigger than “getting some.” More than Words spoke with Woods who also founded the Renaissance Male Project, a nonprofit advocacy and accountability organization for men and boys. Check out this eye-opening, eyebrow-raising interview with Woods about sex, love, and the widening divide between African American men and women.”

“More than Words: The idea for Don’t Blame it on Rio stemmed from the question, “Are black women necessary?” What factors contributed to this point in time when such a question even exists?

Jewel Woods: To be specific, the question “Are black women necessary?” was the direct result of what many men were asking or raising explicitly. In a broader sense, the question is rooted in the social facts that we are all aware of regarding the decline in marriage, the high rates of divorce and separation, the disproportionate rates of inter-racial marriage, and so on. However, most discussions about black men, marriage and relationships focus on poor and working poor men and their inability to be providers or the “strain” of not being able to assume traditional roles within the family. Very few discussion look at the group of black men with stable jobs or the group commonly referred to as the Love Jones Cohort that are increasingly single and living alone to examine what their issues are with building and sustaining long term relationships.

So taking a more expansive view, the question “Are black women necessary?” seeks to address the question: If men are not thinking of black women as partners, spouses, or as being in long term relationships, then what are they thinking of black women as? More importantly, what attitudes, belief systems, and values will replace the historical roles women played in men’s lives?”

“MTW: For those who aren’t aware of the phenomenon that your book addresses, can you provide a quick overview?

JW: In a very real sense, the book is about how Brazil has become the new “North” representing “freedom and liberation” in the minds and imaginations of many black men. In particular, the book is about why some of the most coveted and accomplished men in the African American community are increasingly taking physical, and often emotional, and psychological trips away from America and from black women. In the book, middle class and profession black men talk candidly about what they feel like they are denied in America by whites and from women, and how important their experiences and their interactions with women from other cultures becomes in their lives. The book looks at various aspects of black men’s lives to see how black men and women got to this point and what the implications are for our community. In general, the book examines the complexity and contradictions of black men by exploring the burgeoning phenomenon of sex tourism in Brazil and other locations.

MTW: How is this phenomenon affecting the African American community?

JW: Professionals that work with families will say that in many instances, the involvement of a third party can help decrease anxiety between two parties by spreading that tension through a third relationship. That’s why a therapist or a clinician can be helpful to dissipate some of the tension and anxiety that emerges among couples. The problem with Brazil as the third party in the relationship between black men and women, is that as a country, and/or as the other women, Brazil is casting a shadow that is so large in the minds and imaginations of black men that it is unleashing emotional forces that don’t allow men to see what their true issues are. So while Brazil may allow black men to let off steam about what they feel about America and black women, it also freezes those issues in place by not requiring that they deal with issues. As a result, black men and women appear to be caught in this emotional, cultural, sexual triangle with Brazil serving as the backdrop.

In the short run, what appears to happen after men take these trips, is that they come back with new perspectives on relationships, on sex and sexuality, on America, on other black men, and certainly on black women. In the long run we don’t know yet how the black community will be affected by the experiences men have overseas. In fact, it may be quite a while before we can fully assess the depth and impact of this phenomenon. Overall, I believe this phenomenon is affecting men by providing a safety valve for them to hide issues that they have in their relationships with black women in America. For women, these experiences overseas create a powerful alternative to the very idea of black women and their role in long term relationships in men’s lives. There has never been a time when black women were considered a-sexual or frigid and it not be attributed to their age. Similarly, there has never been a time when a group of women who were “neither black nor white” could capture the image of beauty so completely the way that Brazilian women have. Black men do not have to feel guilty by choosing white women. The old adage “Once you go black you never go back” has been replaced with a new adage of “Once you go to Brazil you will have to come back again.”

MTW: What are the most significant reasons why black men are traveling to places like Brazil for sex?

From the Preface of Don’t Blame it on Rio:
At a minimum, black men make trips overseas for physical reasons that include sex. However, many have experienced a level of physical and sexual intimacy, a sort of sexual healing, that they see as lacking in many of their current relationships with black women. They also make these trips for cultural reasons. They describe a deep embrace and recognition to a people, a time and a land that they do not get here in the United States and do not see in black women. Most importantly, these men increasingly travel overseas because of a profound sense of identity that they find and create on these trips. So what they ultimately end up paying for is access to an elite male experience, and intercourse with a set of beliefs and ideas about black manhood that they think are denied to them by black women in America. The problem is that during these journeys, sometimes consciously but also unconsciously, black men are led further away from black women–not just physically, but also emotionally, psychologically, and spiritually.

JW: In their attempt to understand and sometimes justify their actions, these men also begin to develop some of the most sophisticated, demeaning, and denigrating ideas about black women in the process. The result, many African American men do not see black women in the roles that they did during the times when a commitment to the black family was less volitional. In the end, their conclusion is that black women are no longer necessary.

So the title of the book is very misleading in a way. It is difficult to talk about sex tourism and not mention sex, but the book is much more about sexuality than it is about sex. Consequently, it would be a huge mistake for anybody–especially black women–to assume that men travel overseas just to get their “freak on.” Some men may even argue that it’s all about sex, but it’s not correct. In fact, the belief or attitude that black men travel thousands of miles for what they could easily get here in the U.S. is precisely the contradiction that the book seeks to explore.

So despite the title of the book, I would caution anyone to think that men are guided solely or mainly by their little head, rather than their big head. If nothing else, this book explores two prevalent myths in today’s culture about black men: 1) black men don’t think, and 2) black men don’t talk. On the contrary, most of these men highlighted in this book are deeply reflective, opinionated and articulate about their experiences and beliefs about America and black women. This is one of the main reasons why they are so important, because they create some of the most sophisticated explanations and justifications for their experiences. So to conclude that this is all about sex is to conflate why black men feel conflicted in America and in their relationships with black women in the first place, and to ignore the reasons why men continue to go back year after year, sometimes re-locating there.

Finally, I believe that it is less painful to believe that men travel thousands of miles for sex, than it is to consider that these physical trip overseas actually reflect something more substantial, like the possibility of a more emotional, psychological, and spiritual trip away from black women. However, this is exactly why these men’s stories in the book should not be easily dismissed or discarded.

MTW: What do black men feel like they’re not getting from black women at home?

JW: The dilemma is that part of what men feel like they are not getting from black women is also connected with what they feel like they are not getting from America as well.

Based on some of the things that men discuss in the book, many men feel like they are not getting a chance to be seen as individuals by black women. Either because of the past histories that black women had with other men that was the source of their pain or frustration, or because of the fact that because these men are now a part of a class that has supposedly “made it,” they feel like they are idealized or objectified.

Men also seem to feel like they are not getting the type of physical and emotional care that they think they need and deserve. For a class of black men that work at some of the highest levels of America there is a feeling that they want peace in their household. I point out in the chapter “She Acts Like A Man” that men may confuse peace with submission, but there is a sense that black men want their homes to be different than their work environment. In other areas, black men seem to want black women to be physically smaller, they want black women to be more exploratory in their sexuality and a host of other things.”

I think without realizing it , the author of this book brings to our attention just how broken and screwed up we are as a race, and our men are becoming less and less useful to US, not the other way around. Most Brazilians will admit to you in a heartbeat that their exotic looks and body is mostly due to the fact that they are mulatto’s with BLACK blood. This is the same as white men traveling to Asia so they can buy $5 whores and underage girls for sexual thrills. Yet white women are safe from the fears that we black women have because society has always put them on a pedestal.

I have always dated black and white men, and I have no regrets about it. I find myself attracted more to white men much more lately because their more exciting, open minded, intellectually curious, and I don’t have to hear the sad stories of baby mama drama, money woes, and legal troubles. Plus, let’s be honest, if your an independent, intelligent, and attractive black women, there simply aren’t enough quality black men left that you can relate to, unless you choose to pull a Karrine Steffans (aka Supahead) and become their caretaker., and the ones that are qualified usually wants to “upgrade” to women of other races other than their own. I am sure many successful black men feel the same way, the problem is many of the brothas you see dating non-black women aren’t all successful, educated, or some kind of brilliant man. They are just regular joes who let society make their decisions on who and what kind of women is considered attractive.

Times are changing and the demise of our racial unity is clear and evident. I am begging all black women to open their minds and start thinking about happiness, security, health, love, trust, and respect. You can easily find this with a brother or a white man, if your patient, stop having so many kids too soon, open your mind emotionally and culturally, and make yourself independently secure without expecting a man to do it for you. Don’t be shy and insecure about dating ourside of your race, and don’t be afraid to demand more of yourself as a black woman. I am incredibly disappointed in black men but that doesn’t mean that I don’t love, honor, and respect them also. If you think that I am bitter and just making this up just take a look around and see this NOT a trend and becoming mainstream and common. Deal with it girlfriend.

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Diesel, 40, and Jimenez welcomed their first child on April 2. Diesel is currently shooting and producing Fast and Furious, due out June 2009, and will next be seen starring in Babylon AD on August 29. Despite his daughter’s fall birth, the ‘Fast and the Furious’ actor and his model wife wait nearly two months to share the news.

When I use the word sellout for Vin Diesel it’s not because like usual he’s another black male who stays as far away from black women as he possibly can, even though it appears that black men have abandoned ship when it comes to black on black love, I personally see nothing wrong with dating interracially (I am also bi-racial). It’s mainly because Vin has always made it clear that since he is bi-racial he doesn’t want to be “stereotyped” with black roles. So this punk made sure in his contract with the studios that he NEVER gets casted in a role as a black man, EVER. I find this insulting and just plain sad.

Karma has a wonderful way of kicking people in the butt when they lose their identity. Vin doesn’t realize that although it’s still quite difficult for African Americans to get halfway decent roles in movies, when a talented black actor does make it big he is HUGE. Vin could have easily been one of those actors, but he tries so hard to force everyone to believe that he is this way because he doesn’t believe in race and putting himself into categories. He considers himself “multicultural” and doesn’t like labels. Well that’s fine and dandy mister Diesel, and we can clearly see how far your reluctance to embraced your blackness has taken you.

Let’s see. His movies are almost all B level disappointments that somehow makes it to the big screen. Since he refuses to be grouped in a black category the only movies he can get are lackluster action heros roles, fast and the furious and Pitch Black sequels. I find it interesting since Vin wants to make such a huge statement about being racially ambiguous, why is it he played an Italian American man in “Find Me Guilty”. Yes, he is half Itailian, but he is also half black. So you only want to be ambiguous when it’s time to play a black man, not a white one? Got it!

This is the same setup that Tiger Woods likes to use. “I am not black I am Cablinasian” was one of his most embarrassing statements to date. Every white person I knew was laughing their asses off when he said that, and every black person I knew felt insulted and hurt.  The golfer has never hid his resent to the world for having to explain why he doesn’t see himself as black like 70% of bi-racial black people do. He claims he is making a statement about race because people shouldn’t have to choose. I think overall in a perfect world that would be nice, but here’s the catch. Almost all of the people like Vin Disel, Tiger Woods and others like them that make these type of colorblind comments only associate with whites, date, and marry whites or non blacks, and yet this is being colorblind? So if race is no issue and you want to be seen as multicultural then why do you only adhere yourself to white and non black circles?

Why don’t they just say, “I’d rather be white and associate myself with whites because that’s what I prefer?” Stop insulting black people with these weak excuses and just be real. Tiger has most likely never seriously dated a sister and I can bet my life that Vin Disel hasn’t either. Look at celebrities like Wentworth Miller from Prison Break, Lenny Kravitz, Dewayne The Rock Johnson, Halle Berry, and Boris Kodjoe. They are all bi-racial, and have not one single issue letting the world know it. Wentworth Miller doesn’t even look black and he openly admits it and is proud of his racial identity. Many of these celebs I just mentioned are involved in relationships with whites but again that’s not the issue. Besides, when you look at their dating history they have all had relationships with blacks on several occasions.

This is what I call being multicultural. Loving BOTH sides of your racial identity. Not claiming to be colorblind and then only associating yourself with one side (usually the non-black one). Not shaving your black ethnic hair bald ever single day so no one will see your naps and associate you with being black like Vin Diesel does. Now because of his reluctance to embrace his blackness he is type casted in these mindless, incredibly idiotic movies that are not worth his talent. I am amazed that Vin still gets casted in roles at all because his movies are usually huge box office disappointments. I guess that’s the white part thats working in his favor in this case.

Diesel is currently shooting and producing Fast and Furious, due out June 2009, and will next be seen starring in Babylon AD on August 29. I’m assuming it’s the movie version not the t.v. show.