It’s Tuesday again—time flies, doesn’t it? Right now, I’m at BNA, waiting to hop on a flight to New York, which I have to say is one of the nicer airports out there.
You might be thinking, “A redneck like you in New York?” But trust me, the biscuits are worth it, especially when you have kids in tow.
New York, the big apple—a city that never sleeps. It’s where characters like Carrie Bradshaw lived lavishly, supporting their designer shoe habits with just a single column a week. It’s the kind of gig you would dream of.
Anyway, I’m on my way to Fox headquarters. Yes, it’s like being summoned to the mothership. We’ll be staying at a hotel near Times Square. It must be cold up there. Not too busy, right? I mean, it can’t be too eventful at the moment.
Oh dear.
I’m not completely new to this city. I’ve visited quite a few times, the last trip being back in December 2015. I was working as the social media manager for the, shall we say, less-than-stellar Tennessee Titans. We were there to play the Jets, and that game—well, it didn’t go great. But we did enjoy some fancy Italian food and snapped some pictures in front of the Rockefeller Center Christmas tree, so it wasn’t all a loss.
Anyway, how about a nightcap? Before you settle in, make sure your seatback and tray table are upright and locked. Grab your TSA-approved ranch dressing packet, and you’re all set for the ride.
Tartan Corps heads to South Beach
This is real, folks. We’re calling this Opportunity Marketing.
Back in grad school, I had this brilliant instructor, Tim McGuire. He often said that instead of grumbling about problems, see them as opportunities. Others likely face the same issues, so why not find a way to solve them and maybe even profit along the way?
Whenever I’d complain about the typical inconveniences of being in my early 20s, he’d chime in with, “Business idea!”
Too bad I studied journalism; when problems arise, I just end up talking about them in my Tuesday column. But hey, I think Tim would appreciate that Kraft folks noticed how obsessed Europeans are with ranch dressing and made a travel kit from that inspiration.
But I digress. Let’s talk about the Scots heading to Miami.
After a little too much drinking in a Boston bar and, well, performing the impossible, the Tartan Army is making waves down at MIA.
I can’t wait to see all those guys in kilts snapping selfies, pairing Aperol spritzes with Miami women sporting their cosmetic enhancements. It’s bound to be a weird yet beautiful blend.
When they say America is a melting pot, that’s likely what they mean.
Dallas Cowboys cheerleaders gear up for the season
It’s all about fluffing the pom-poms.
And by “fluffy,” I don’t mean a quick shake before hitting the field. Nope, it involves sitting down to meticulously separate the threads, tie knots, pull apart streamers—it’s practically a craft project.
A cheerleader named Julissa shared a tutorial, and honestly, I felt exhausted just watching it.
It’s clear that being a Cowboys cheerleader is all about detail. The uniforms are stark white, hair flawless, and makeup has to be just right. These aren’t the type of ladies who roll out of bed looking game-day ready.
But at some point, someone in the Cowboys’ equipment management must’ve looked at a flat box of pom-poms and thought, “Yeah, this is the cheerleaders’ issue now.”
Once again, the Cowboys cheerleaders saw a major pay increase—some veterans are reportedly making up to $150,000 a year. That’s a bit better than some other cheer teams that might just offer Kohl’s Cash or candy.
If I were to find out that the Raiderettes were fluffing their pom-poms the old-fashioned way while poor Geno Smith was racking up interceptions, I might have to call the authorities.
Simone Biles won’t entertain your nonsense
A few weeks back, the world’s most decorated gymnast faced a mysterious medical emergency. Not sure what it was—I doubt we’ll find out.
And honestly, that’s not really our business. You know, HIPAA and all that.
Last week, Simone posted some bikini snaps from her trip to Belize with her husband, Jonathan Owens.
“Looks like you’re having a blast, Simone. Glad you’re feeling better,” would be what a regular person might say after a health scare.
Instead, some commenters couldn’t help but criticize her for not moping around more.
One person wrote: “I almost died but check out my holiday selfies… 😂😂😂.”
Simone wasn’t having any of that.
She responded, “Oh, these comments make me sad. A little over two weeks ago, I faced a serious medical emergency that could’ve turned out much worse. This trip is part of my healing, and I’m grateful to still be here. Hope you understand that life-changing events can shift your perspective. Maybe consider extending a bit more grace to others.”
And just to throw a little shade back, she posted a pic that’s, well, rather provocative on Monday.
Speaking of provocative…
Questions for friends
SKIMS, Kim Kardashian’s underwear line, recently introduced its newest model, Hailey Bieber. After some controversy led to a campaign cancellation, her husband, Justin Bieber, shared a photo of her on X. No caption, but it stirred a serious debate.
Some found it sweet.
“He’s proud of his wife.”
Others were less charitable.
“You’re a man of Christ. Why support this?”
“Posting half-naked photos of your wife for strangers is just weird.”
Now, what makes this different is that these weren’t casual snapshots. These were professional marketing shots for a big lingerie brand, already shared on SKIMS. Justin wasn’t leaking personal photos.
Still, it got me pondering.
Is posting revealing photos of your partner a sign of pride, or does it cross a line in your relationship?
If your spouse works in modeling—as a swimsuit or lingerie model, for instance—would sharing their work feel justified, or does that step over a boundary?
I’m genuinely curious to know how others feel about this. I want to incorporate reader feedback in future pieces. Email us with your thoughts! If you want to stay anonymous, just let us know.
📩 Email: amber.harding@outkick.com (Share your opinions, stories, tips, rants, and maybe even photos of your pets!)
🐦 Twitter/X: @AmberHarding
📸 Instagram: @Amber Harding
What I liked
OutKick Nightcaps runs every weekday at 4 p.m.
