Filed under: Indianapolis Motor Speedway, IRL, Danica Patrick, Indianapolis 500
Most people want to be taken seriously at work. So wouldn't you love
Erin Andrews to interview
Danica Patrick at this weekend's Indianapolis 500?
Oh, to see the thought bubbles above their heads.
Andrews: "Why am I talking to a bikini model?"
Patrick: "Does this bimbo know a fan belt from a garter belt?"
The average American male wouldn't care what the women said as long as they flashed a little cleavage and a lot of leg. That's a problem, though it's one Patrick and Andrews have willingly brought on themselves.
They've broken Rule No. 1 for being taken seriously: Don't writhe on a bed or a car hood as millions of people ogle along. It's okay if you're auditioning for a
Snoop Dogg video, but you won't see
Helio Castroneves or
Robin Roberts doing it.
The realization hit me like a ton of sequins this week as two great sporting events converged. Andrews finished third in "Dancing with the Stars," while Patrick bellyached about her car heading into Sunday's Indy 500.
The crowd booed when they heard the Brickyard's resident hottie pop off. It seems Patrick's striptease act is finally wearing a little thin. There's been way too much tease.
You can't blame Patrick for capitalizing on her looks. If companies wanted to pay me $7 million a year to titillate consumers, I'd be happily writhe on a car that's been sitting all day in the Florida sun.
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