Like most people who spend at least a few hours a day banging a keyboard in front of a vision-sapping monitor, Facebook is part of my daily routine. I admit — I look at it several times a day — if for no other reason than that the content on my friend-driven news feed is far more interesting than what’s elsewhere on the internet. So it was with tremendous disgust today I made the mistake of clicking through a post left on my Wall to something called “Par Mates.” From what I can tell, it was a photo shoot Golf Digest did in Las Vegas to promote golf in Sin City. One of the photos was of some teenage- or early twenties bimbo draped all over a statue of Old Tom Morris:
I have to say it’s probably the most disturbing thing I’ve ever seen on Facebook and certainly the worst content I’ve ever seen on Golf Digest. I could go on and on here about why I’m so offended, but I actually have more important things to work on today.
Suffice it to say, if I still subscribed to GD I’d cancel my subscription. For now I’ll wonder aloud: is nothing sacred?
Well said, from Old Tom’s great, great grandson