Bitch on the Blog

January 21, 2010

In the woods

 Bike Hike Babe drew my attention to Tiger Woods.

I am not familiar with the notches on his bed post. Neither do I care. What consenting people do in their free time and behind closed doors is their business. As is dealing with the emotional fall-out afterwards.

There was a time when life was simple: Wives at the ready with their wooden rolling pin on the late return of their husbands. When roles reversed, men usually just suffered in silence or, if given to temper, re-enacted Shakespeare. Now we have “Hello” magazine.

Judging by BHB’s clip poor Tiger Woods is paying through his balls for what comes natural to him. Having had  his trousers unfastened in public, his (golf) balls will now miss many a hole. I feel for the guy. Wish I were his sister. I’d have words with his wife as to emasculating her husband in full view of everyone; and give her a state of the art rolling pin as a belated wedding present, so much more useful than letting it all hang out on the playground of the media and its salviating readership.

What does the world and his wife expect from someone who swings it like him? It’s well known that testosterone levels run high in men of power and success; and power, on whichever stage, attracts groupies  only too willing to tempt with their candy. Some of my aunts and my mother are still hyperventilating since it came to light that their hero, the man who managed the Cuba Crisis and averted the threat of the Third World War, yes, the good JFK himself, availed himself of many a woman.

With power comes prowess. It’s simple. And if I had been an intern under the charming Bill  Clinton himself the only reason I would NOT have taken advantage of his attention is because I don’t touch, never have, other women’s men.

I despise women who can’t keep their mouths shut (after the event as it were). Do have sex with a married man if you must but do so with integrity and discretion instead of dropping the guy in it afterwards.

U

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6 Comments »

  1. High testosterone levels in powerful men, yes. There’s all the men high up in politics, Edwards on the news today & Franklin Delanore Roosevelt. (See how I can call up names from the distant past, but not the present. Age does that.)

    Comment by bikehikebabe — January 21, 2010 @ 19:49 | Reply

    • Bike Hike Babe, I am impressed: Not many people know what the initials of F D Roosevelt stand for.

      U

      Comment by Ursula — January 22, 2010 @ 06:35 | Reply

  2. I feel sorry for Tiger because he couldn’t handle his life, but not because of the publicity. He made millions on endorsements so he can’t cry now because he has no privacy. If he didn’t think some of his girlfriends wouldn’t try to cash in their associations with him he’s not too bright.

    Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 21, 2010 @ 20:10 | Reply

    • Probably passion of the moment took over. (“His brain is in his pants”, comes to mind.

      Comment by bikehikebabe — January 21, 2010 @ 23:02 | Reply

      • That would be a fine reason if it had happened only once or twice. Instead there seems to be a systemic problem.

        Comment by Cheerful Monk — January 21, 2010 @ 23:38 | Reply

        • I believe even the bible covers the biological fact that men are programmed to sow their seeds (and women to bear the brunt for nine months at a time and forever thereafter). This my devastatingly profound insight supported by a wildlife programme on the BBC I just watched, and I quote: “A male leopard’s life is all about breeding.” Sticking with cats: Tiger Woods, so aptly named, is just doing his name justice.

          Even sweet kind gentle intelligent ginger Boris Becker of racket fame let himself get carried away in a broom cupboard for a few minutes. Mind you, I believe it only came to light once the fruit of his loins was alive and breathing. And he paid for it (not just financially).

          If you look at it in anthropological and/or historical terms there is nothing new going on out there. What I object to is that it’s played out in public and we get all excited, judge and play excecutioner. I know men NOT in the eye of the public, who play hard when away from home; they get away with it because nobody is interested in them.

          Don’t get me wrong: There are many men who are as good as their word and channel their energies in more creative ways (though Picasso, et al, clearly being able to multitask).

          U

          Comment by bitchontheblog — January 22, 2010 @ 01:27 | Reply


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