Where's The Rest of the Article?

Some very unlikely people have great publicists. Or, they're just SO fascinating reporters flock to them. Take Sandy Kane. PLEASE.

And?

That's it?

WHAT kind of article was THAT?

It could've been a quote in a larger article about the still-blightful problem of Times Square being a shit zone.

Let's be honest, that photo doesn't make Times Square look like any kind of mecca. Blackpool looks more interesting.

The excuse was to run a photo of a gruesome woman who has looked like a leathery 90 year-old for the last 30 years??

First off, most people don't know who Sandy Kane is and DON'T WANT TO KNOW.

Second, she didn't say anything worth quoting.

Third, even a Kim Kardashian selfie is preferable to a garish photo of a sad old saggy-bag with tape over her nipples.

(Times Square seems to offer women two choices: they can wear body paint OR cover their nipples.)

The sad fact is that on a slow news day, The Post, offices just about within spitting distance of Sandy, will just go out and interview her for a (literal) gag.

What IS the point?

For those out of town, Sandy is the local curio known for a gruesome "public access" TV show. ANYBODY can be on one of four cable TV channels, free. Her schtick: bray witless dirty songs, rant about other D-list celebrities, and mention having been on local drive-time radio.

"Drive Time" being what it is, Howard Stern and Don Imus aren't the only shock jocks. Lesser ones breed their own fetid regulars. "Opie and Anthony" (no longer on the air) would have Sandy on to make fun of her. She'd strip for them and they'd describe to listeners the various sores and warts on her nethers. That's entertainment.

Somehow a tiny cult developed around this grandma willing to talk dirty and behave like a mental ward version of Joan Rivers.

For her, Times Square has been a Godsend (if you believe more in the Devil than God). She can't make much off a public access TV show or free radio appearances, and few nightclubs could get paying customers to hear her sing. So she poses half naked for snickering male tourists, maybe adding an extra hundred dollars a day to her social security. And she's in show biz!

Her ability to get non-articles about herself in the papers IS pretty remarkable. Women like her, who were chesty and attractive enough in the 60's to be waitresses, bar girls, stewardesses, or do some men's mag modeling, managed to marry some fool and settle down. She stayed too long and turned rancid. Decades ago she appeared (clothed) in a Playboy feature on NYC office girls and models, and did whatever it took to get a few 45's released. Somehow she ended up in the sewer, floated into Times Square, and emerged as a "must see" for SOME tourists in mid-town.

Who knows, she might still get another record deal, or get a chance to play a dirty version of "Whiter Shade of Pale" in Denmark or Finland or Germany, managed by Pinhead the Paler. All he'd have to do is get her a passport, and spray some disinfect HERE and HERE and HERE.