You'd think with a name like Tiger he'd face his problems head on a bit more
Tiger Woods: whiny fuck
I bloody said this would happen. As soon as the news came out a few months back of Tiger Woods having an assorted harem of ladies that he was, er, knocking about with, I knew that he would come out and admit he was addicted to sex and try to seek treatment for it.
Because this is what famous people do. They get caught out, made to look like a fool and then try to blame it on some sort of psychological problem that they have only just now realised they suffer from. Is there no way for any celebrity type person to simply accept responsibility for their behaviour? Is there no way for Tiger to say ‘look, I’m a really rich and famous man. I can have almost any woman I want. So I did. I shouldn’t have, but I did. I’m sorry. I’ll try not to do it again’.
Surely that’s all that’s needed? Surely that’s the honourable thing to do rather than fake an 'illness'.
You never know, he may have a serious problem. He may be an addict. But when you think of an addiction and its effect on an addict, well, their addiction is all they live for. I find it hard to square the need to fulfil the cravings of an addict with the dedication and time that is required to be Tiger Woods and be that ridiculously good at golf. The whole thing just cheapens the difficulties that genuine addicts face. And it makes Tiger Woods look like a whiny philanderer who wants to avoid and deflect the fact that he simply got caught with his dick in many pies that he shouldn’t have been near.
Labels: Sexual pastry, Tiger

