There’s a lot of sniggering in the golf and wider world at the woes of Tiger Woods who has always earned respect (if not affection) from his public for being not just the top golfer in the world but a hard worker with irreproachable ‘family values’. Now that he has become, like so many before him, a tabloid sensation, there’s a certain satisfaction in knowing he is no more immune from the temptations and pitfalls of celebrity status than any of them. Or should that be any of us? To err, after all, is only human, and I doubt that the man himself ever gave himself super-human status, only the adoring fans who are now ready to stick the knife in.
Forgiveness is another matter entirely. He and his wife are having counselling, but there are rumours of 50,000,000 in adjustments to pre-nuptial agreements. Sounds more like revenge to me.
I also thought of Tiger while reading Scott Pack’s post on the celebrity memoir industry and suggestions that it’s in decline. ‘At last! ‘ cry all those unpublished writers looking for a slice of the huge advances handed out in the past to Jordan & co. Pack thinks this is more of a bad cold than a terminal illness, but you have to wonder if TW’s life story would be worth much right now. Rachel Uchitel, on the other hand, is probably doing a deal even as I write …
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