Jealousy.  That is the one word answer.  I am jealous of Tiger Woods.  He is the premiere athlete in his sport, is rich beyond most of our dreams, has a lovely family, and has corporate sponsors who will sell their products because of him.  In other words, when Tiger speaks, people listen.  Tiger has anything he wants . . . and frankly, I am jealous.

What was the question? Oh yeah, I spent so much time reveling in my jealousy that I never told you the question.  The question is “Why do we want to see intimate details of Tiger’s life as we watch him struggle with bad behaviors that threaten to ruin all he has achieved?”  Jealousy – that is my answer.  But, why would I be jealous?  Do I really want people watching my every action in life?  Am I willing to be on television, the internet, and magazines in my most embarrassing moments?  Am I really going to remain jealous if this is the prices of fame and fortune?  Do I really want to continue feeding the fires of the press by watching another person struggle without helping him?

Maybe it is time to play with my kids, or clean the house, rather than indulging my jealousy with another sad story.  Better yet, next time someone I know is publicly embarrassed, I will have the courage to stand with them, knowing I could be next and I would definitely need their support.