Jenn Sterger, who became semi-famous by ripping her T-shirt to shreds and positioning herself prominently in the stands at a televised Florida State University football game, claims to have photos of Minnesota Vikings quarterback Brett Favre’s private parts. Allegedly he sent them to her via phone in 2008 as an act of…seduction? flirtation? general peepaw creepiness? What is unknown is what the relationship between the two parties was at the time, and why Favre thought it would be a good idea to do such a thing.
I do not in any way condone what Favre allegedly did (while he’s confessed to leaving her some racy phone messages, he has denied the photos). It is behavior unbecoming of a married man, regardless of his personal notoriety. It’s not only disrespectful to his wife, but it reeks of a drunken frat boy stunt. He’s a granddad, for crying out loud.
But come on, Jenn…why’d you wait two years to come forth with your “anguish?” If the action was so offensive, then why’d you save the photo(s) for so long? Did it really take two years to figure out if you were actually offended or not?
This is just as weird as Monica Lewinsky saving her biologically-stained dress. The only reason one saves evidence such as this is because they know it will be worth something in the future. And by “something” I mean money.
Those of us with common sense and a little self respect know that we have two choices when confronted with someone offensive: speak up when it happens, or realize there are just some stupid people in the world and you sometimes need to have a thicker skin.
Depending on what action, if any, the NFL takes on the matter, Sterger may or may not bring a civil suit against Favre. If I
Sterger has appeared in both Maxim and Playboy magazines. A Google images search of her name turns up 117,000 results, at least half of them lacking actual clothing. She made herself a frat-household name by dressing scantily for FSU football games with two equally scantily-clad friends. This is not a shy girl, nor is she unaccustomed to parlaying sexual images of her surgically-enhanced body into offers that include lots of dollar signs. With all this intentional exposure, I hardly believe Favre was the first guy who ever--as the New York Post put it--“tried to land her in the sack with sleazy voicemails and text messages.” My guess is he was simply the biggest bank account to ever try.