Ladies and gentlemen, it’s official. We are just now completing Skank Week, 2009. (It’s like Shark Week, only with less blood, more collagen, and the exact same number of bikinis.) Thanks to Tiger Woods, Casey Johnson, and, hell, our own blogger friends, we have been trampled by a stampede of stiletto-wearing, bronzer-abusing, man-hungry ladies who are not, at least technically, prostitutes. The list goes on and on — as do the tabloid pictures of them making that duck face they’re always making. Johnson, Jasmine Lennard, Rachel Uchitel, Jaimee Grubbs, the Cheetahs … it’s just too much. And you know what? Ashley Dupré, the real prostitute who brought down the governor of New York, has had enough.
This is what Dupré has to say to the women who are taking advantage of Tiger Woods’s public humiliation, via text message to the New York Post:
“My case in point: Here you have all these girls accepting gifts, money, trips from Tiger in exchange for sex — all the while knowing he is married. And now they all can’t wait to tell their stories in exchange for even more money from the tabloids? And I was the hooker? At least I kept my mouth shut.”
We’ll leave the mouth thing alone, but: Yes, Ashley. You were the hooker. But that doesn’t mean we don’t agree with you! Now let’s all hope that with this final word by America’s Prostie, we can bring Skank Week 2009 to a dignified close. Hanukkah starts in a week, and we think we all just need to take the time to dye the highlights out of our hair, pick out some demure cardigans, and think about family.
Ashley fires a ho in one [NYP]
