In the past week, Esquire.com has published 31 articles. Over a third of those – 12, to be exact – have been about Tiger Woods. A representative sampling:
“How many women can one man actually sleep with?”
“17 gifts for athletes who like to cheat…on the playing field?”
“The Tiger Woods Mistress Quiz: How many do you know?”
“Ask a Porn Star: Could Tiger really have slept with Holly Sampson and Joslyn James?”
I don’t know who Ms. Sampson or Ms. James are. But I do know Esquire is the magazine that once published Gay Talese, Michael Herr, and F. Scott Fitzgerald. The magazine’s gone markedly downhill for about a year, ever since publishing the greatest single issue of a magazine – any magazine – that I’ve ever read.
It’s obviously hard for a magazine to do good work these days. For now, they’ve lost one RSS subscriber, and have eight months until my print subscription runs out.