...would someone be stupid enough to
blame Tiger's inability to keep it in his pants on advertising.
"The simplest explanation of Tiger Woods' current predicament had nothing to do with lust, marital betrayal or fallen idols. It described the crafting of an icon and the takeover of sports by corporate advertising."
Somehow, I don't think the missus would forgive my banging hookers on my chosen profession.
"But honey, I'm in advertising. It's not my fault; it's my job's fault." Cue kick to the nuts.
Hell, as long as we're passing out blame, why not blame Tiger's father? If he hadn't pushed the kid into golf at such an early age, he'd be just another middle-aged schmoe worried about his 401(k) and whether or not those pants made him look fat. Or why not blame his mom? If she'd been on birth control, Tiger never would've been born in the first place, and thus never would have had the chance to hook up with random skanks.
Nope, the blame for this one lies on Tiger. And with any luck, his wife won't give him a mulligan.
(Hat tip: The Ad Contrarian.)