Can we calm down about Tiger Woods already? Jesus Christ. Every time I turn on the TV, everyone's talking about his "incredible fall." Incredible? Fall? Really? Last I checked he's exactly the same as before except we found out he was a dick to his wife. So let me get this straight, a guy with practically limitless resources and endless power was able to resist 99.9% of the women who constantly throw themselves at him, but still caved a couple times? Oh my god! How could this have happened?!
Or, you could take a step back and look at every other superstar athlete or mega-powerful man throughout ALL OF HISTORY, and let me know what percentage of those guys was 100% faithful. And then, take the guys who passed that test, assuming there were any, and stick them in today's 24-hour-media-crazed, sycophantic-paparazzi-filled, up-every-celebrity's-ass society, and tell me if they still check out. . . . Ah, fuck it. Just poll every regular guy on the street and let me know what you come up with.
Look, I'm not saying Tiger's wife deserved this by any means. (She probably didn't, although maybe she'd recently admitted to him that she had lied, and did, in fact, lick the entire IKEA staff's Swedish meatballs during a summer internship in Stockholm. I don't know. That's my point.) She'll punish him, rest assured. But what's that cliche? The definition of insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting a different result? Well, marry one of the most skilled athletes/powerful men ever at your own risk, okay? Chances are, the reason you liked him in the first place is because every other girl wanted to fuck him. Congrats. You won.