Enough Already

Tiger Woods is not my favorite athlete. Tiger Woods is not my favorite golfer. Tiger Woods isn't my favorite human being in as much as if I had to rescue him or my mother from a burning building, I'd rescue Mom every time. All of this aside, It's only right that I take a stand in his defense during the largest media drumfire of the past week.

Celebrity is a tricky thing. On one hand, you have the glamor, the adoration of millions, the fortune and the babes. On the other, you are subject to the most probing, judgmental and sadistic scrutiny imaginable 100% of the time. It's a sad truth that we as a society build up larger than life figures only to watch them crash down in flames. We like doing this because it makes our nasty little lives irreproachable by comparison.

If we held each other to the same impossible standards to which we hold celebrities, we'd all be fucked. Put your own life under the microscope for a moment and I'm sure you'll find something you're not proud of in no time at all. Maybe you were unfaithful at some point, maybe you stole things or maybe you're just a liar. All of our flaws or imperfections pale in comparison to Tiger Woods' because he's been put on the pedestal. If he cheats on his wife, he falls a mile. If you cheat on you're wife, you fall a foot. When it comes to celebrities, the punishment never fits the crime.

I've referenced the golden rule in a few posts, but perhaps it's best remembered here. Treat others as you wish to be treated. Don't get caught up in the frenzy and condemn a man for a moment of weakness. Your dirty laundry is just as smelly, if not smellier than Tiger's. Save the outrage for something truly outrageous and the damnation for something truly unforgivable.