In Defense Of Jesse James
Alright, enough with the Jesse James bashing. There, I said it. I’m tired of it. Lady blogs, celebrity blogs, gossip blogs, every single other kind of blogs — they’re all beating him up like he’s the latest, greatest punching bag. Get over it. He messed up. Why is everyone so hell-bent on bashing him? Sure, cheating on your wife, dating sleazy strippers, and taking photos while doing the Hitler salute are not the best life choices. But can’t we lay off the guy already? It’s not like he hasn’t been punished. He’s a national laughing stock, his business is taking a nosedive, his privacy is forever violated, his wife is divorcing him, and he will likely have no claim to the son they were going to adopt together. Isn’t that, you know, punishment enough? It’s obvious he has serious issues. Why else would he be having sex with other women, lying to his spouse, and sexting everything that moves. Maybe he’s a sex addict. Maybe his childhood was messed up. We may never know.
It’s like none of us have never cheated, have never lied, have never had random sex with someone we really, really shouldn’t have. Yet, he’s the bad guy? When the hate is this vitriolic, you kind of have to wonder if something else is going on. Should women scorn men who screw up — or pity them, at some point? When I mess up, I hope for compassion, not hate.
The majority of this pile-on is predicated on the assumption that Bullock is some kind of a saint. Maybe she is. Maybe she isn’t. Maybe she’s cold. Maybe she’s a workaholic. Maybe she married someone without understanding who he really was; after all, she’s since said as much. I don’t know if that makes her a victim — or an enabler. The fact of the matter is we don’t know, nor have most ever stopped to wonder, if she may have been responsible for part of what happened.
None of this is to say that it was her fault. But, c’mon. If he made some bad choices, well, so did she. Let’s give the guy a break. It takes two to tango — and screw up big time.