I’m sure I’m not the only one, especially of the people who read this Web site, but my Facebook has been overrun by professional wrestlers in my friend suggestions. I’m OK with that, because pro wrestlers a) are people, too, and I know how to talk to people, b) are people, too, and might have interests similar to mine, and c) on occasion appreciate the outreach of their fans, especially when it’s legitimate and not just “DOOD U AR TEH BEST!”
Taking those three things into consideration, I find it strange that New Jack popped up on my friend recommendations. Yes, he’s a person, but I would hardly know how to talk to a guy with multiple justifiable homicides under his belt (but I could still laugh at him saying he can get over “in a mini-skirt and flip-flops”). Yes, he’s a person with interests, but his are more “The Education of Sonny Carson” and Bootsy Collins, and mine are more “Black Belt Jones” and, well, Bootsy Collins. And I’m not really sure if he gives a good god damn whether I tell him I appreciate his hard work stapling dollar bills to fat people’s heads.
But if there’s one thing we have in common, it’s a love of white women. No, I’m not being racist, you assholes, I’m basing this off of Jack’s marital status as “In a relationship” and all of the photos of him with Terri Runnels in his photo album. Maybe they’re staged to get people talking, maybe they’re legit. Who knows? One person did comment on a photo of the two to say he was “happy for you both.” Well, I’m happy for them both, too, especially Terri, who was quoted in a Pro Wrestling Torch interview a few years ago as once giggling at Brock Lesnar’s “little red penis.” Looks like she’s moved on, huh? Once you go Jack, you never go back. -Eric
UPDATE: Dusty just told me that he knew of this weeks ago and asked me to verify, but I didn’t. Interracial harmony must not have been a priority of mine that day, and now I wish it was.