This goes without saying, but the “I’m better than that” implication is the problem I address. Everyone has skeletons in the closet, and everyone loves to expose skeletons, as long as they’re not their own.
Or maybe it’s glass houses I’m thinking about.
edit: Anyway, I have more respect for those who can admit to fucking up and move on, rather than those who perpetuate the Streisand Effect, a la Anthony Weiner or Rob Ford.
