By now, most people with an interest in sports or women know who Jenn Sterger is. For those who might not, Jenn Sterger is the world-famous FSU Cowgirl, The Facebook Princess, etc., etc., who rose to fame following a brief cameo in the 2005 Miami-FSU football telecast. Since becoming uber-popular throughout these Internets, Jenn has been featured on several web sites and in numerous magazines, to include Playboy and Maxim. She has even secured a job as an occasional columnist on SI.com.
For some reason, Jenn Sterger has always gotten my curiosity. And not just because I am a red-blooded American male. Yeah, she’s cute, but so are thousands of other women around the Florida State campus. What interests me more than anything is what she has done with her fame. She has been able to parlay the attention given to her by Brent Musburger into guest appearances and a journalist job, and for that I say congratulations. Good job. I am definitely not the type to hate. Although some might criticize her or the culture that glorifies her, as a fellow Seminole, I tend think of her as the popular kid sister you acknowledge for being charismatic and as long as she doesn’t embarrass the family, it’s all good.
Among the many Internet sites featuring Jenn, few, if any, are more interesting than Jenn’s personal blog. This blog covers her views on various subjects, from her opinion on Disney Land, her recollection of appearances past, to her New Year’s Resolutions and feelings about Valentine’s Day. Normally, these aren’t that bad. When bored at work, they make for an interesting, if not informative, way to pass the time. From her posts, she seems quite interesting and even posts some pictures of herself for the non-literary inclined.
However, that being said, her most recent post falls far short of whatever expectations I may have had. As part of her employ with Sports Illustrated, Jenn has discussed her travels to various college sporting events and her parties with the respective student bodies. With her most recent trip to Syracuse cancelled due to inclement weather, SI’s roving reporter took a trip to Daytona to witness the kick-off of the NASCAR season. Although I am not much of a NASCAR fan, I have to credit Jenn and her people with a good save. The Great American Race is popular, crowded, and relatively close to Tallahassee.
Unfortunately, all Jenn tells her readers about Daytona is that she was there. That’s it. Instead of telling us about where she was (by the garages by the look of her pictures), or where she was sitting (in the infield somewhere, I would guess), or who she might have met or talked to, Jenn’s blog entry attempts to teach the wrongs of cheating before drifting into the existential. According to Miss Sterger,
“The road of life isn’t a straightaway: It’s got curves, bumps, and dead ends. The dead ends aren’t there to discourage you, only to tell you that you’ve come as far as your predecessors have. The feeble minded will turn around thinking they made a wrong turn and go back to the monotony of their everyday lives never knowing what could have lay ahead. Others… the bolder models, will strike out, break away, and cut their own path. Sure, they could listen to the signs that tell them to turn around, or use caution… but what fun would that be?… Life was meant to be lived with a green flag, and those that pull the yellow-caution are only trying to slow you down.”
This comparison continues for a couple more paragraphs, before concluding with,
“Maybe we should all stop driving the way the voice in the backseat tells us to, taking the roads they choose for us, and just leave the driving to a higher power. Sure, you can fight the pull of the car, but in the end … who are you really kidding? Life’s funny like that, once you let go of the wheel … you might just end up right where you belong.”
I’m sorry, Jenn, but I have to throw the red flag on this. Using NASCAR as a simile for life is not only cliche, it’s irresponsible writing. Where you could have brought the reader there, told them the experience, and wrote how Driver X fought through the pack and weaved and bobbed and persevered through adversity, and then how we could use Driver X as an example, you chose to jump directly into the easy vague “NASCAR is like Life” approach. For someone who was catapulted into fame by her image rather than descriptions, I hoped for more. “She’s brunette, wears a cowgirl hat and a bikini, and looks hot,” just doesn’t do it. We, or maybe just I as a writer, need images, be they verbal or graphic. You can do better, Jenn.