Well, would you look at that. It's Tuesday again. As I write this, I'm kicked back at BNA β one of the finest airports in the country β waiting to board my flight to... New York City.
A bumpkin like you in NYC, you say? You bet your biscuits, kiddos.
New York. The Big Apple. The City That Never Sleeps. The place where Carrie Bradshaw supported her lavish Manhattan lifestyle and extensive designer shoe collection simply by writing exactly one column per week. Good gig if you can get it.
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Anyway, I'm headed to Fox HQ.
That's right, I've been summoned to the Mothership. I'll be staying in a hotel near Times Square.
Surely it'll be chill. Not too busy. Nothing going on. Right?
Lordy.
I'm not totally uncultured. I've been to NYC a handful of times β most recently in December 2015 when I was the social media manager for the three-win Tennessee Titans. We were in town to play the Jets. As you can imagine, the football portion of that trip was positively dreadful. But I ate some banger Italian food and took my picture in front of the big Christmas tree at Rockefeller Center, so not all was lost.
Anyway, y'all ready for some Nightcaps?
Make sure your seat backs and tray tables are in their full upright and locked position, grab your TSA-compliant ranch dressing packets, and let's roll.
The Tartan Army is taking its talents to South Beach
Yes, that's a real thing. This, ladies and gents, is what we call opportunity marketing.
When I was in grad school, I had a very smart instructor named Tim McGuire. He had this belief that instead of complaining about our problems, we should see them as opportunities β a chance to capitalize on a need. If we had that problem, other people did, too. So why not find a way to solve it and make money in the process?
Whenever he'd hear me or one of my early-20-something-year-old colleagues griping about an inconvenience we faced, he'd happily chirp, "Business idea!"
Unfortunately, I went to journalism school, so the only thing I'm qualified to do when faced with a problem is to b---- about it in my Tuesday column. But Tim would be so proud of whichever Kraft employee saw all these Europeans falling in love with Ranch dressing and designed them a travel kit.
I digress. What I really want to talk about are the Scots headed to Miami.
After drinking Boston bars out of all their booze β a feat previously believed to be impossible β the Tartan Army has now descended upon MIA.
I can't wait until all the men in kilts start taking selfies and drinking Aperol spritzes with the plastic, face-full-of-filler ladies of Miami. A beautiful and harmonious union.
When they say America is a melting pot, that's what they mean.
Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders are getting ready for the season
And that means fluffing their pompoms.
And by "fluff," I don't mean giving them a quick shake before heading onto the field. I mean sitting down and individually separating strands, tying knots, pulling streamers apart and performing what appears to be several hours of arts and crafts.
One cheerleader named Julissa posted a tutorial, and I was exhausted just watching it.
Look, I understand that being a Cowboys cheerleader requires attention to detail. The uniforms are immaculate. The hair is flawless. The makeup has to be perfect. America's Sweethearts don't just roll out of bed looking game-day ready.
But at some point, some equipment manager in the Cowboys organization had to look at a box of flattened pompoms and think, "You know whose problem this should be? The cheerleaders."
Two former Texas Tech cheerleaders perform on the field before the Edward Jones Big 12 Championship game between Texas Tech and BYU at AT&T Stadium in Arlington, Texas, on Dec. 6, 2025. (David Buono/Icon Sportswire)
Then again, the Cowboys cheerleaders did just get a 400% pay raise. Some veteran members are reportedly earning up to $150,000 a year now. Which is way better than the rest of the league's cheerleaders, who are getting paid in Kohl's Cash and packs of Skittles.
I'll allow it for the DCC. But if I find out the Raiderettes were painstakingly fluffing their own pompoms while Geno Smith was out there throwing 17 interceptions and taking 55 sacks, I'm calling the police.
Simone Biles isn't taking your nonsense
A couple of weeks ago, the world's most decorated gymnast suffered a cryptic medical emergency. What that diagnosis was we do not know. We may never know.
And frankly, it's none of our business. You know, HIPAA and all.
This past week, Simone hit Belize with her husband, Jonathan Owens. There, she posted a few bikini snaps.
"Looks like you're having fun, Simone. Good to see you alive and well" ...is what a normal human being would say after her medical scare.
But, instead, some butthole on Instagram decided she hadn't spent enough time sitting around feeling sorry for herself.
"Almost died," this person wrote, "but look at these traveling selfies.... πππ"
Simone wasn't having it.
"ugh these comments make me sad," she wrote. "a little over two weeks ago, I experienced a serious medical emergency that could have ended very differently, and this trip has been part of allowing myself to heal & appreciate being here. I hope you understand that life changing experiences can shift your perspective. & that youβre able to extend a little more grace to others moving forward π have a nice day!"
Gymnast Simone Biles looks on before the game between the Dallas Cowboys and the Chicago Bears at Soldier Field in Chicago, Ill., on Sept. 21, 2025. (Geoff Stellfox/Getty Images)
Then, as an extra "F--- you," she dropped this on Monday:
Nothing says "kiss my ass" like posting a picture of your ass.
Speaking of...
Question for the fellas
Yesterday, SKIMS (Kim Kardashian's underwear company) debuted its newest spokesmodel: Hailey Bieber. After the campaign dropped, her husband, Justin Bieber, shared the photos on X. He didn't add a caption, but that didn't stop the internet from having a full-blown debate.
Some people thought it was sweet:
"He's proud of his wife."
"He's flexing that he landed a baddie."
Others weren't so impressed:
"You're a man of Christ. Why are you promoting this?"
"Sharing half-naked photos of your wife with millions of strangers is weird."
"Have some class."
Hailey Bieber attends the 2026 Vanity Fair Oscar Party hosted by Mark Guiducci at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art on March 15, 2026, in Los Angeles, Calif. (Cindy Ord/Getty Images for Vanity Fair)
Now, an important distinction: These weren't private photos. They were professional marketing images for a major lingerie brand. SKIMS had already posted them. Justin wasn't leaking bedroom pictures from his camera roll.
Still, the reaction got me thinking.
Is posting sexy or revealing photos of your spouse a sign that you're proud of them? Or is it disrespectful to your relationship?
If your husband or wife were a swimsuit model, lingerie model or actor whose job involved appearing in revealing campaigns, would you share their work? Or would that cross a line for you?
I'm genuinely curious where you land on this one, and I'd love to include reader responses in an upcoming Womansplaining column.
Email me your thoughts. And if you'd prefer to remain anonymous, say so.
π© Email: amber.harding@outkick.com (Send your thoughts, stories, tips, rants and photos of your dog.)
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OutKick Nightcaps is a daily column set to run Monday through Friday at 4 p.m.
Amber Harding is a writer for OutKick.
