Russell Crowe, part owner of the Rugby League South Sydney Rabbitohs, cut the club's cheerleading squad because "because skimpily clad cheerleaders detract from the game and make spectators uncomfortable."
The Oscar-winning actor… said the club had become concerned that the cheerleaders — whose uniform includes fishnet stockings and tasseled miniskirts in the white, green and red team colors — were inappropriate entertainment. "It makes women uncomfortable and it makes blokes who take their son to the football also uncomfortable," Crowe [said]… A team of percussionists will replace the cheerleaders, the club announced this week. The club's Web site invited drummers to audition.
Fuck. Ing. Horseshit. Drummers?!?! I can't even wrap my mind around this one. All I know is that I'm never watching another Crowe movie — not even Gladiator or L.A. Confidential (um, unless somebody has it on DVD and it's already on) — until the cheerleaders are reinstated. You hear me, Crowe? And I want them back with the fishnet stockings or the boycott stays on. Actually, make that bodystockings. Those are my terms, and my legions of sexy readers — many of whom sent me this story in outrage — will follow.
"Are you not entertained?" Fuck no, I'm not. Cock.