Watching a certain world famous sportsman “apologise” for his “sex addiction” is just plain stomach churning. He betrayed his wife, and it’s up to her to forgive him or not, but to claim that the whole thing is an illness, as if it were out of his control? It’s a curious feature of modern American culture, where nothing is ever anyone’s fault, but a symptom of some syndrome. Hack your family to death? It’s not my fault. The Twinkies made me do it!
Give me the simple honesty of Berlusconi, who admits that he likes having sex with attractive women, rather than this faux act of contrition.