39F - Rain, Rain, Rain! 2.09km today, with Molly following, because her leg is so much better. She ran with her little round yellow god in her mouth, but I refused to throw it for her. Her girth has widened in the few days she has not been running, and her soul has struggled, poor thing. It was strange to hear her panting along behind me, running in her little hopeful circles again. She lay about and slept all day after that.
While I was folding all the clean laundry I was intrigued to hear a radio programme about sex addiction. There were two guests on the show, a woman, a professor of sociology who has become somewhat of an "expert" in America on man/woman relationships, sexual mores, etc. and a man, a psychologist who has been treating people with sex addiction for 20 years. She does not really believe that it is an addiction, while of course he does (he's been treating "addicts" for years).
It seems to me to be an excuse, very typical of American society, where someone, or something, must always be blamed, hence the abnormally high litigation in this country. So, you (say, Tiger Woods) have behaved very badly, done something (several things) that are socially unacceptable. But oh, after all, it is not really your fault, it is a disease, and with a lot of money you can go into rehab and be cured.
Why doesn't he just grow up, consider someone other than himself, and learn to zip up his pants? One commentator described Tiger Woods as "a man who lets his genitals drag him along the trail of life", which I rather enjoyed.
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