By Paul M. Banks
You know how there are some girls out there (especially in this industry of sports media) who get where they are because of their boobs, even though they constantly tell you otherwise. (This invokes rule #1 of life, people are always EXACTLY what they claim not to be…i.e. anyone telling you “I’m not a weirdo” is truly a certified axe murderer) Someone you can no longer put in this group is infamous FSU Cowgirl Jenn Sterger, a former SI.com contributor whose writing skills are mediocre on her best day, but came to internet “fame” somewhat because of her looks, and mostly because of her $11,000 artificial enhancements. But now I have to really give her some credit…
…In this please, look-at-me generation in which we live, genuine self-awareness is hard to find. Even attempts at finding self-awareness are hard to find. In a very difficult to read posting on her personal blog, Ms. Sterger writes
I made an adult choice to get rid of the very things that were perhaps the only reason I started out on this journey. I then decided to bare that decision, along with my confusion and my soul for the public to bare witness.
Will I catch flack? Of course. Will the haters attend my public tar and feathering? Without question. But will a select few readers actually take the time to get to know the real me, the girl behind the boobs, now that I’ve again shared my greatest secrets and fears in a most vulnerable state? Well, that’s what I’m hoping for.
The fact that she realizes her ginormous boobies got her where she is today is refreshing. The fact that she also admits it is very mature and grounded, especially when considering how shallow and superficial the sports media world is. It’s a place where everyone takes themselves much more seriously than they should.
I’d give her much more credit if she did this without the attention-whoring of having the story chronicled in Cosmo, and then of course, the obligatory self-promotion of that story that Sterger has always done. Then again, show me someone who doesn’t recklessly self-promote.
It is indeed a very cutthroat industry, so I also hope that sports blog readers everywhere get to know the real Jenn: because in interviews she comes off as a bitter, dejected, self-described band geek turn sexpot. Taking cheap shots at Erin Andrews because she was desperate to become EA herself didn’t help. Now everyone can see that you’re a very mediocre sportswriter with regular, everyday sized boobs, not just a dime-a-dozen sports writer who happens to have big, fake boobs. Since you’ve taken the puppies to live on a farm upstate, you’ll get treated exactly as you should: fairly.
With your defining characteristics no longer in place, it’s all about your much-less-than-impressive writing. The way it should be.