Whitney Casey just set women back 60 years. I admit I’ve never heard of this woman before reading the NY Post Sports page this past Sunday when my better half pointed out her article on how to watch the Superbowl with your boyfriend; knowing it would seriously push my buttons. The article was so incredibly insulting and offensive I was rendered speechless. To be honest, I couldn't finish the article. I actually threw the paper down in disgust; the rest of the article had to be read to me. As I listened, I could do nothing but stare straight ahead, blinking rapidly, which concerned my man as he feared I was having some sort of stroke. I just couldn't comprehend the incredible stupidity of this article, and from a woman who was married to Jason Seahorn, for Christ’s sake.

Here is an example of great wisdom imparted for us silly women:

Halftime isn't your time

This could be his time to place more bets on the game (there are endless options available to him) or in this year's case, sit in awe of his idol, hero, true MVP and every man's All-American -Bruce Springsteen (who will be performing at halftime).

Tip: Fill the chip bowl, get him his phone for bets and don't talk too much. Enjoy the moment, too.


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Are you fucking kidding me?! Get him the phone and fill the chip bowl? Maybe that’s all you’re capable of doing, Whitney, but the rest of us enjoy and understand the game.

When I could finally speak, the only thing I could manage was "holy crap!" I can't believe this vapid, socially-retarded Barbie doll would ever think such a thing, much less write it; evidently I am incredibly naive. I did a little research on Ms. Casey and it seems she has collected quite a few haters. Those who spent their hard-earned money on her book, The Man Plan: Drive Men Wild - Not Away, may possibly have a contract out on her. In her book, Whitney alleges that diamonds and tattoos are forever, but you can only have one or the other. Apparently no man in their right mind would marry a woman with a tattoo(s). I'm shocked that Whitney would say such a thing as I would think tramp stamps run rampant in her circle of bored, shallow women who shop all day, contribute nothing and feel so naughty for getting some cloned vine above their frigid ass crack.

So Whitney, please stop writing about men and sports. Women who need this type of information shouldn’t be out in the general population, much less dating anybody. Stick to things you know, like hair color, shopping and Botox. Let the rest of us enjoy our men, our sports and our intelligence.

Oh, and while you’re up getting those chips, bring me a beer.