In U.S. politics, sex scandals are always treated as if they're much more important than all sorts of stuff that's more relevant to the job at hand, and often times much more depraved. I am tired of it.
The idea that sex scandals are "too big a distraction" is a self-fulfilling media prophecy. It served us ill in the Clinton years, and it's no less dysfunctional now.
New York mayoral candidate Anthony Weiner has messed up repeatedly. He lied to his wife and the people about sending digital pictures of his private parts, even after he was caught. We all know this and can judge accordingly. So why is this the biggest political story of the day? Because it involves sex? The web is full of stories that involve sex and feature much more attractive images than Weiner's erection.
Deep down we all know this: our fascination reflects poorly on us. Let's at least imagine an alternative. Here's what Weiner might say if he were being more honest, with himself and the public, and if the public was a bit more mature, which isn't the same as condoning Weiner's lies.
For the record, I have no idea if Weiner would be a good mayor, and don't particularly care if he wins or not.
People of Gotham,
Anthony Weiner here.
Here's the deal: I really like to text photographs of my genitals to women I meet on the Internet. A lot. We all know this. The way you crave sex sometimes? Sometimes I crave cybersex. I am not particularly proud of this fetish. In fact, having it revealed to the public has been the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to me, and to my wife, which is the part I regret most. I love her so much, and I wish for her sake that I didn't feel this compulsion to contact strangers on the Internet, send them naked pictures of myself, and engage in cybersex.
But I do. And it is powerful.
Some people can't stop smoking cigarettes. Others can't stop drinking too much, or eating to the point of obesity, or yelling at their families, or visiting prostitutes, or snorting cocaine. Are these addictions?
Failures of character?
I don't know.
But cybersex is what I just couldn't stop doing. I'd like to tell you it won't happen again. But honestly, it could. I'll successfully fight the urge if I can. Struggle to do it. But in the past, I've been unable to resist logging onto my computer, contacting a woman anonymously on the Internet, and trading naked pictures, possibly of my penis. Why? I don't really understand it myself.
Afterward, I felt better, but also guilty. It really sucks. If I'm being honest, I wish I just could've gotten away with it, without anyone ever finding out. Do you even understand why you care so much, now that you know?
It's unusual, I admit, though not that unusual. Have you ever logged onto Chat Roulette? Yeesh. Gross. So many penises. And judging from the hit counts on certain web sites when my scandal broke, a lot of you didn't mind going out of your way to look at my tweet. Hey, I'm in no position to judge.
I desperately wish that I had totally conventional turn-ons. What do average Americans do online for sexual gratification? Girls Gone Wild clips? Definitely more normal. But still sorta creepy when you think about it, am I right? So was that whole Bill Clinton-with-the-intern incident.