Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Tiger Woods Does NOT Owe Me An Apology.

And I'm so fucking tired of hearing about his stupid press conference on Friday, and the speculations that he's going to apologize to America for his philandering while announcing his return to or retirement from golf. Who cares? Seriously. I'm not his wife. I'm not his mother. I'm not his employer, his friend, his child, his anything. Where he put his dick is none of my business or concern. Do I think he's a complete douche bag for cheating? Yeah. Sure. But I don't know his life, or his wife, or what led him to that place. And do I need to know all the gory details about who, how many times, where and how? Fuck. No. Nor do I want to.
I don't understand why the general public feels entitled to know the intimate details about a person's life because they happen to be a celebrity. He was unfaithful. It happens. There are millions of people walking the planet who've strayed down that same path, and I would no sooner walk up to them and demand to know where their dicks have been than I would Tiger Woods. And yet, every news channel, every magazine, every sports section of every paper is salivating at the opportunity to do just that. It's annoying. It's obnoxious. It's the furtherance of the sense of entitlement that has permeated every aspect of society, and it's sickening.
And I don't give a shit that some people look up to him and/or call him a role model. That's your decision, not his. He didn't ask to be your hero. He asked to play golf. You gave him that status in your life. He didn't seek it out. And if you taught your kids to idolize another man, to hold a faulted, imperfect mortal like themselves to and exalted, idealized, and impossible standard of perfection, that's on you too. Time to explain reality.
He's an athlete, not a god. He's a man who plays golf. Let the man play golf. Let his wife worry about where he's been. And for fuck's sake, quit talking about his douchey behaviour. I'm sure his wife is sick of hearing about it too.