Is Drooling Over Erin Andrews Now Irrefutably Lame?

This time last year this would have been a ludicrous question to ask. But seeing that Erin Andrews ran away with the voting for Playboy’s Most Bonable Sideline Reporter (or whatever the hell they called it), we now must ask ourselves an uncomfortable questions:

Is Erin Andrews officially the Ben Wallace of sideline reporters? Someone who made such a drastic turn from underrated to overrated that it’s no longer cool to support them.

Unfortunately, the answer is yes. Erin is now too popular for her own good (or maybe she’s too popular for our own good, it’s one of the two).

Nine months ago texting your buddy that Erin may or may not be wearing a padded bra on sideline of Rupp arena was clever. Now, not so much. The masses have gotten a hold of her and–of course–ruined it for the rest of us.

We’re as guilty as anyone. Our incessantly stalking writing about her in the past (here, here, here, and creepily here) didn’t help the cause. For that, we apologize.

So, going forward, be prepared to be labeled an unoriginal lameass if you make reference to Erin’s hotness in a crowded room. It’s no longer cool and you won’t be either. (Our number one suggestion is that you start making reference to the dirty things Colleen Dominguez’s ‘Do-Me’ eyes are commanding you to perform on her.)

Because starting today Drooling Over Erin Andrews is Irrefutably Lame.

Side Note: Does anyone else think Erin may be combating her own popularity by purposely looking less attractive over the last six months? Did she off ESPN’s traveling makeup lady? Is it possible to have your nose surgically enlarged?

Is Decorating for the Holidays Irrefutably Lame?

So you’re in your twenties and you have your own place. You may have a couple of roommates, you may live solo. December rolls around and you start to notice Christmas trees, holiday lights, and even a menorah or two popping up in the windows of the apartments/houses around you.

What’s your role in all this? Putting up a tree seems like a lot of fucking work, not to mention kind of gay.

As far as we’re concerned, anything that involves more than minimal effort labels you a loser. If you and your buddy share an apartment, the two of you lighting a tree and hanging ornaments together is unacceptable. Researchers have shown two dudes decorating a Christmas tree is the equivalent of two dudes open mouth kissing.

The following is a short list of the few items that are acceptable: blow-up doll with Santa cap, obnoxiously lit menorah (if you’re a gentile), obnoxious singing Santa (if you’re jewish), most beer-themed decorations, and anything depicting a nude Mrs. Claus.

Unless you live with a chick and she does 95% of the work…

Decorating for the holidays is irrefutably lame.

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