From what I’ve been reading about “going ghetto”...it might refer to someone like Tiger’s wife as a person who’s not caring as much about her appearance as she was before, or perhaps getting overly dramatic about everything. Or perhaps going back to who she really was.
I’m not saying Elin is TP...but
You know what they say... “you can take the girl out of the trailer park but you can never take the trailer park out of the girl”. (not that there’s anything wrong with living in a trailer park — been there, done that... during a very rough patch in my early 20’s)
In Mrs. Woods case, I know she WAS a model of some kind - but when Tiger met her she was a “Nanny” for a Jesper Parnevik and his wife. Soooo... she was basically a beautiful girl, down on her luck when Tiger met her. I’m not saying she is White Trash, but it certainly is possible.
I have many wealthy friends who are classless and clueless about what constitutes good or bad behavior.
We know Tiger’s been pristine for his entire life - as far as his reputation is concerned; but what do we really know about Elin? I’ve watched this couple since they’ve gotten together - and who knows what goes on behind closed doors!!?? She may have flown into a jealous rage over the “alleged” affair. With as much press and paparazzi that follow them around it’s got to be a very humilitaing experience for both of them.
It’s an ugly situation and I hope they can work things out.
Tiger is good for golf and does great charity work as well with his Tiger Woods Foundation.
Now you're getting warmer. Think "The Jerry Springer Show." Think the opposite of the British "Stiff Upper Lip."
Elin is not Trailer Trash. She is European. They are just a wee bit different. A few years ago when I was still working as a flight attendant, I got invited to a party given by a girl who I think was either Swedish or Swiss or something. At one point, I was talking to her boyfriend, who was American, who was giving me the rundown on every horrible airline experience he had ever had (yawn). We were not flirting. He was not coming on to me. We were just talking. And this chick absolutely freaked out. I didn't even realize anything was going on until I saw her walking across the room wearing nothing but a towel. Swear to God. She was so mad that he was talking to me that she had gone and taken off her clothes and was walking around in a towel. When he said something to her about it, she totally "went Ghetto." She threw her wine glass at him, started shrieking and completely flipping out in the middle of this room full of people. I stood there with my mouth hanging open, then finally sprinted for the door - the boyfriend was right on my heels. She chased everyone out of the house (still wearing a towel, mind you), and we all ran down the driveway, jumped in our cars and squealed out of there.
It was an experience I will never forget.