One of the many questions that comes up about TW's recent disclosures, is... Why do we care?
Great question! Our culture is obsessed with celebrity. National Enquirer, NY Post, US, People you name the mag, every one of them is making money.It really doesn't matter who it is, each celebrity has a different type of following. The people who follow Brittany are different than the people that faun over De Niro, and they are different than the people that want to know more Shaq.
But as the power quotient increases, the wider the scope of interest. The Pope, Obama and Clinton are in a different league when it comes to celebrity. This is in part because of the power and influence they wield, and also because they seem immune to the glitz and glam...
Tiger is in this second category. We want to know about Tiger because his athletic skill has translated into financial power and influence. Love him or not, he is perhaps one of the greatest athletes in history.
But we also care what happened last week precisely because Tiger has crafted an image of wholesome goodness. Golf is "the gentleman's game." Golfers dress with class, take great pride in their honesty in scoring on the course, and the game is steeped in etiquette of Kings and Queens, born hundreds of years ago. Golf is a game of great skill, as well as athleticism, not of raw power. There is an implied "goodness" in golf and golfers. For this reason John Daly has been such a spectacle, fined for his behavior on and off the course by the PGA.
As Tiger became more famous he demanded more privacy. His yacht is named Privacy. He was wedded in a private surprise ceremony that his handlers worked hard to keep from the press and paparazzi.
In the same way that forbidden fruit is desired, such fierce privacy provokes our curiosity. So when the news breaks, we want to know. For many years we couldn't quite believe that Tiger was that good as a golfer. And now, reading the press we can't quite believe it was that bad... until more and more news leaked out.
So why do we care?
We want to be Tiger Woods. Who among us hasn't had the fantasy of being the best, a champion, a prize winner? Those who golf, especially hold that feeling after a great swing, or a perfect putt and the fist pump.
But somewhere deep inside we know we aren't Tiger Woods, and never will be. And for that we envy him; we want him unseated from his throne of perfection. We hold a quiet perverse satisfaction in watching him fail. The great brought to his knees. Envy is a natural feeling, although one that is uncomfortable to acknowledge. It is a part of our human nature that we don't want to acknowledge. It stays hidden away, revealed only in the quiet satisfaction of the story of another's failures.
As for Tiger, gifts like Tiger's come with their own liabilities... when one has such a gift and talent, one is taught that he is greater than others... and sometimes he begins to believe that this extends beyond his gift.
Tiger thought he could stray and get away with it. But what exactly was he thinking that these women would say or do? These women and women like them (party dolls) are attention seekers, gold diggers. What better attention could there be than having an affair with Tiger Woods? Telling about it, of course.
Tiger is amidst a big dilemma... Does he do the work necessary, fight and clamber to the top of that painfuil pedestal?
Or does he hang in there as a pretty good golfer, a peer tothe rest of the tour..., free of the burden of scrutiny and celebrity (at least far less than he was!) Tiger is in a real pickle.
You don't misjudge much on the course, Tiger. But you sure misjudged this one... and these women. You have some serious self awareness work to do.
Call me, I have an available appointment on Monday at 10 am. Oh, and btw, I am bound by law to respect your privacy.