By Nick Roettiger
Western Sun staff writer
Each morning, as I suck down my first cup of coffee, I take a moment to think and reflect on the things that are important to me.
I think about my daughter, who is nearly two already. I think about how lucky I am to have a job and be in school in such a horrible economy, I think about how much I miss home, in the mosquito infested forest of northern Wisconsin, and most of all, I love to sit and dwell on the idea that Tiger Woods is having sex with way too many people. Not!
Over the weeks, the media has pounded the issue of Tiger Woods’ “sex addiction” so far into the ground that it’s almost embarrassing to hear someone bring it up. Every radio station, talk show, and tabloid cover ate up the Tiger Woods sex scandal like it was Grandma’s apple pie.
Now, just when we finally thought it was over, the opening of The Masters has resuscitated the gossip back into full swing.
Perhaps the biggest problem I have with the exploitation of Tiger Woods is the fact that I don’t care- at all, because not only is it none of my business, but it also has absolutely no effect on my life whatsoever. In reality, unless Tiger Woods has been giving you marital advice for the last few years, it really doesn’t affect you either.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m not denying that this entire situation must be horribly tough for his wife and kids, I’m simply suggesting that the media turning the entire thing into a national crisis isn’t really helping matters any.
As far as I’m concerned, this whole “sex scandal” thing has been completely overblown. I don’t think people care about the actions of celebrities as much as they just want exploit the flaws and weaknesses of people more successful and well-known than they are.
This dramatic scene isn’t about what Tiger Woods did; it’s about having a reason to dislike a guy who was once a national icon.
