I’m being dead serious when I say that after I watched Lolo Jones get demolished in the hurdles yesterday I googled to find out when her signature was. When was the event that she was supposed to win and was getting all the hype for? Well to my surprise that was it. The race that she came in a distant 4th and got demolished by two other Americans. Umm what? Why was she the most publicized female athlete in the Olympics? Because she’s pretty? Because she’s a fake virgin? Listen I don’t begrudge this bitch for getting endorsement deals and all that shit. But now I feel like people are trying to defend her saying it’s not her fault she’s pretty and marketable blah, blah, blah. That she shouldn’t have to apologize for anything she did. Even she is trying to play the role of the victim with quotes like these;
“I guess all the people who were talking about me can have their night and laugh about me, I guess.’’ Jones said after the race that she doesn’t understand the backlash against her, or the story attacking her in The New York Times the other day.”
You really don’t get the backlash? Well let me explain it to you. People hate frauds. They hate being sold a bill of goods. They hate people who are crowned champions without winning anything. That’s one of the reasons so many people hated Lebron. You built yourself into this huge megastar. It was cold, calculated and brilliant. You ranted and raved about how you were a virgin. You went on Real Sports and spilled your guts. All these things were done on purpose to make yourself the Queen of the Olympics. You wanted all the endorsement deals and all the fame. That’s fine, but you forgot one thing. When the rubber meets the road you better win. If not you better accept that people will call you a bum and ridicule you. That the competitors who are better than you will become jealous about getting overshadowed. That just comes with the territory. Sure you get to keep your money but don’t you dare complain about the negative attention. You brought that all on yourself. You made your bed now you got to sleep in it. Again I ain’t mad at her for cashing in on her looks, but just spare me this “whoa is me routine” after you get your virgin ass kicked inside out.