Over the past week or so, we have been either entertained or astounded by two dueling sex scandals. First, Mayor Bob Filner of San Diego come under attack for sexual harassment and then Anthony Weiner, candidate for New York Mayor, is again caught with his pants down and cell phone working overtime,
What strikes me is not the allegations. They appear to be deserved, especially in the case of Weiner where there is written evidence from his sexting partner Sydney Leathers. But what is striking is that both politicians have dug in their heels. Filner refuses to resign and instead announces he is going into rehab for two weeks. Weiner is on the campaign as aggressively as possible.
Maybe it’s my old fashioned upbringing, but if I were Filner or Weiner (and thankfully I am not) I would want to curl up in a ball, put my head under the covers and go away. Instead, both, especially Weiner, have no sense of shame or embarrassment. They lift their heads up high as if they have done nothing wrong.
How Weiner can look his wife and child in the eye and move forward in politics is beyond me. How he can face New York voters, day in and day out, and ask for their vote, if quite astounding.
I guess we live in a world where nothing is too outrageous; where celebrities live out their lives on television “reality” shows and anything goes.
Nothing seems to shock us anymore and that is perhaps the saddest thing of all.