Kotaku’s most popular story last year was about a Playboy Playmate hula hooping with her Wii. So you know that they have to find a place for cleavage in a story about Salman Rushdie’s gaming habits. I’m no prude, but this seems to be either self aware “look how lecherous we are” or clueless searching for any reason to jazz up a Celebrity Plays Games story. I mean, jeez. Padma Lakshmi’s not even his wife any more.
Any excuse for a boob shot, right guys?
True. But what a boob shot!
Padma: Call me.
The data has obviously misled them, I think. The stampede of sweating Googlers (Google sadly now a verb) has more to do with that article’s popularity than any chord struck with the readership. It’s a bit like if a Vicars trousers fell down, and some people ran in and said “LOOK AT HIS WILLY!!111” and it was the best turnout ever, but then getting it out every Sunday for the regular old flock. Dirty bastards. Not that it’s particularly obtrusive there, mind. Positively shy.
I suspect it has something to do with Kotaku being the worst site on the internet.
Me like Padma too! I keep telling Troy that we need more pix on this site and not of his cats either.