Even This Cynical Bitch Loves Aaron Rodgers

First off, here’s the link to where I first learned of the bullshit I am going to rant about in this post.
I am a cynical bitch, there is no question about that. I recognize that our culture is built on the idea of lifting people up, (celebrities and athletes particularly), only to tear them back down. I recognize that this need to see people fail, this need to dig up people’s darkest secrets, this need to ruin people comes from the darkest place in our hearts and is simply disgusting. Even despite knowing all that, I’m not immune to often partaking in relishing when someone who enjoys a holier-than-thou attitude turns out to be as sick and gross as the rest of us.

And so it seemed to be this weekend with Aaron Rodgers. Let me cut off any criticism right off the bat. Yep, I’m a Packer fan. It’s easy to dismiss my opinions of Aaron Rodgers as fan-girl or the product of blind adoration of “my quarterback”. I would make the same criticism if the roles were reversed. But honestly, that’s not what’s going on here. I take this more personally, I suppose, because he is my quarterback, but I would hope I would draw this line even if the subject was Tom Brady or Jay Cutler.