The more I think about this Ines Sainz thing, the more annoyed I get. It really illustrates the difference between “Journalists” and “Entertainers” nicely: "Journalists" don’t become The Story.
And stripped of the trappings of “Journalism,” I’m almost offended at her being offended. They didn’t sneak into her bedroom, build a locker room around it, and then stuff it with crude naked guys while she was sleeping.
Saintz went in under her own power.
-disguised as a "Journalist."
Now I, conversely, am a pulp schlock-slinging football fan … and I cannot imagine anything that would get me into a team locker room post-game. I don’t care if it’s the Superbowl, an Jesus played Mohamed.
Besides … Jesus would kick the crap out of Mohamed, and Mohamed gets cranky.