By now, I’m sure most readers of this blog know about America’s latest political sex scandal involving embattled New York City mayoral candidate Anthony Weiner.
For those who aren’t familiar, here’s a quick rundown: Weiner, a married man since 2010, is a former New York congressman who had a very public fall from grace in 2011 when it was discovered that he had been sending sexually explicit messages and photographs to a woman through his Twitter account. After a public apology and resignation, Weiner resurfaced in the national spotlight, however, in May when he declared his plans to run for the most prestigious mayoral seat in the nation.
Though he had some real momentum going in his campaign, Weiner again found himself in the midst of a sex scandal recently when he admitted, following the release of more photos and explicit messages, that he has had sextual (yes, that is my new made-up word for relationships based on sexting) relations with several women since he resigned from his congressional seat.
In any case, Weiner has been in the news lately. A lot. My personal reaction is this: Yawn. Simply put, I could care less, whether or not I live in New York City. I don’t understand why we, as Americans, seem to be so fascinated with the sex lives of our public figures……..or anyone else, for that matter.
Some will say that we should be concerned if Weiner sexts with some college student or if Bill Clinton fools around with an intern. They’ll say we should care because it means they are dishonest, unfaithful and immoral. To those arguments, I would state simply that I don’t care what goes on in another person’s marriage or relationship. Why does it matter at all? If no laws are being broken, it’s none of my concern.
I want my favorite baseball player to be able to hit home runs or strike people out. I want the movies stars I watch to bring their characters to life on the big screen. I want my politicians and administrators to lead and make the decisions they see fit to maintain and improve our quality of life as citizens. I couldn’t possibly care less, however, what they do on their own time to get their jollies. If the significant others of these loverboy public figures choose to stand by their proverbial men, that’s their choice and I’m certainly not one to get up on my moral high horse and judge those decisions. Hey, if I were Huma Abedin, Weiner’s wife, there’s no way I would get up in front of TV cameras and defend him — that sounds humiliating. But I’m not her.
In general, I just don’t get America’s fascination with sex scandals. It’s a waste of time, in my opinion. It’s like a friend of mine recently said: “When you’re talking about people’s behavior below the waist, all bets are off.” Trust me, people, if there were somehow public copies of reports detailing everyone’s sexual histories, there would be a lot of surprises. Frankly, I don’t want to know. Let there be no doubt, though, that there’s a good chance that the conservative-looking and acting person you know from work or that family member that you’ve always thought of as an angel or choir boy is into some pretty kinky stuff. Like I said, I don’t want to know.
It’s time to get past sex, America. It’s a part of life, but it’s just one aspect of it. If Paris Hilton makes a sex tape or Anthony Weiner sends explicit messages to people who aren’t his wife, I just simply don’t think we should really care. Besides, these guys mess up when they lie about these things, not so much in the actual deeds themselves.
I don’t see it happening anytime soon, but it sure would be nice if we worried more about whether or not people like Weiner were good at leading our institutions, cities, counties, states, schools, corporations and our country in general than about what they do to satisfy their sexual appetites.