(Non) WAG No. 32: Monica Harris
There’s nothing quite like mortally offending a Playboy model to get your day going, as I discovered when cruising the MySpace page of Monica Harris. Last week she filed a blog entry entitled ‘My statement to dick head journalist Ryan Bailey‘. I know what you’re thinking and you’re right – an attractive girl who takes her clothes off for a living knows my name, baby! And to think the teachers at school said I’d never amount to anything…
The vitriolic statement came in response to me labelling her a ‘WAG wannabe’ in this article. Turns she doesn’t enjoy the WAG lifestyle, and she doesn’t believe Jermain Defoe holds a clean bill of sexual health:
I’m not being funny but I’d rather poke my eyes out with a blunt object than go near a footballer who, lets face it, probably has every STD under the sun.
Monica was present on the evening that Defoe and Ledley King celebrated their Carling Cup victory, but she was actually hosting the Chinawhite event, and not taking part in the Spurs boys’ steamrollering activities. In my never-ending quest to blame somebody else for everything, J’accuse the picture agency who sold me a picture with the caption ‘Defoe and WAG Monica Harris’. The filthy liars.
The 23-year-old model and I have since kissed and made up, and when I asked about the stigma behind the ‘WAG’ label, she didn’t mince her words:
A lot of models go to these sort of clubs trying to get themselves a footballer or Calum Best, they think its an easy way into the lime light and into getting more work, when in actual fact, most people look at them as no more than prostitutes.
Being a WAG to me means being with a footballer as a job and that’s pretty much it, with the exception of Cheryl Tweedy and Coleen, who both earn their own money and have a career in their own right. But what do the others do?
When she’s not picking up on inadequate journalistic research or lambasting Danielle Lloyd and her ilk, Monica enjoys listening to her favourite hair metal recording artists, who include Def Leppard, Poison and Billy Idol. Unfortunately, Miss Harris’ tastes mean we could never be together – I’m much more of a Whitesnake/ Twisted Sister man.
Spoiler bonus: Here‘s Monica’s official site and below is some rather splendid NSFW video documentation of her typical working routine.