...I can't say I cared much. Frank who? Oh, a boxing manager. For the semi-masculine Lennox Lewis. Yeah. So?
At this point, 2014, the man-into-woman thing is pretty much of a bore. Born in the wrong body? Wanna cut your dick off? Go ahead. Be a rather homely woman. Squat when you piss. Wear adorable outfits if you think that's what being a woman is all about.
Then it turns out that this Frank Maloney-Kellie Maloney...is still a promoter...that this sob story is part of making a fortune off being on the hideous BIG BROTHER "reality" series.
I've never watched "Big Brother" in American or British editions, or any reality show shit. Maybe Maloney didn't have enough money for the transformation...and looked to a reality show paycheck to complete the snip?
It still seems extremely cheesy, and it smells like...well, I have no idea what a fake cunt smells like, but it can't be good.
You can NEVER be too cynical, can you? There's always an angle. It's always about fame and fortune in the end. The motive is so rarely anything as simple as honest emotion or selfless morality. It's all a conjob...whether you're a prick, a cunt, or a fake combo of both.
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