Famous people wriggle their way into our consciousness. Take this Tiger Woods person, an allegedly skilled golfist.
Sidebar: Let’s get this straight. He is a grown male whose centi-millionaire status derives from using sticks to hit a small ball into a hole. Yeah, this is an example we can emulate.
Mr Woods’ wife and mother of his two small children divorced him sometime within the last few years. Throughout his marriage he undertook sexual assignations with women not his wife, both away from and at home. Famously – even I know this – he had sex with a waitress who worked his local breakfast joint, right under his wife’s nose.
We need not resort to amateur psychology here; he figured he could indulge any of his sexual whims at any time. This is not “sexual addiction”. This is lack of character. It is also a life lived without self control.
Then along comes another woman, Miss Vonn. She sees something in Mr Woods, and takes up with him. Does she:
a) Think he was wrongfully accused of being a cheat?
b) Believe his character is improved after his divorce?
c) Consider herself better able to keep his attention?
d) Blinded by fame, money and attention?
e) All of the above?
No-one but Miss Vonn can answer these questions, but one thing for certain is that she figured she was different from all the other women. Exceptional. Special. Able to make Mr Woods a better man. She was the one to tame him.
Once a man of bad character, always a man of bad character. No-one can change that but the dude.