It’s been a few days since the story about Saundra Bullock’s wayward husband broke. It seems outrageous how much press it’s gotten. Let me break it down: Guy slummed it with a trashy, younger chick while he had a successful, hot, awesome wife at home. Doesn’t sound like much of a story anymore, does it?
In fact, it kind of starts blending with the Tiger Woods scandal now.
Tragic as it may be for the individual, I fail to see where this is much of a news item. I’ve seen countless headlines about the affair, the mistress’ alleged white supremacist background and Bullock’s cancelled appearances.
Here’s the whole sordid tale in a nutshell. He cheated on his wife because he’s selfish and battling feelings of inadequacy. It doesn’t matter if his mistress is a white supremacist. She might be a horrible human being for it, but it’s immaterial to the cheating aspect. He chose her because she filled a gap in his life.
People do atrocious things to other people. And even worse things to the ones they love.
The best headline was one about Bullock having knowledge prior to the story breaking in the media. She may have known, but never underestimate a person’s ability to deny glaring facts. Love can be utterly, incredibly blind. In addition, protecting your pride can be an enormous motivation behind ignoring what may seem obvious to others.
What she knew and when is irrelevant. It is still a major blow when finally being forced to see something you made a huge point of ignoring. The elephant in the room must finally be addressed.
Lately, the only topic that comes to mind is the responsibility of the mistress. She knew he was married; does that make her more or less culpable? Sometimes, I’m not sure why, I figure that it’s the burden of the married person to keep things in line. If one girl didn’t want to be his side car, he’d find somewhere else to park it. Plus, the married person potentially stands with more to lose.
However, on my more self-righteous days, I figure single people should not play a part in breaking up a marriage.
I’ve seen both sides of this, and thankfully not from any personal experience. I’ve had friends who cheat and are cheated on. Neither side is less complicated. The common thread in every story is that no one involved is completely happy with the arrangement, or life, in general.
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