It's no secret that I am a doubting Thomas, a nosy Nelly and many other colorful comparisons. It should therefore come as no surprise that I don't believe the world's supposed to end tomorrow. That is, after all, what everyone's been saying. Bologna. Pure, unadulterated, stinky bologna. Show me the great estate sales or the doomsday door buster deals. While many people are just finding creative ways to proselytize and, for lack of a better word, "pimp" their faith, I'll be happily celebrating my other half's 35th birthday. And, on Sunday, I'll go to mass and be happy that I'm not a member of such a cooky bunch. 

Speaking of a nutty bunch, I'm beginning to think that there's merit to the statement that power corrupts and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Really, it seems that once someone gets an ounce of power, it begins to morph the logical, sane part of their brains. In fact, it appears to happen mostly to men and it seems to affect the ability to assess a sexual situation and causes a total and complete loss of sexual propriety, judgment and control.

Take Arnold Schwarzenegger. This man was at the top of his game. He was in a powerful position as governor and married into a political dynasty and had, what appeared to all, to be a loving and wonderful family life. He, much like Tiger Woods and John Edwards, just couldn't help himself and got inducted into that elite club of men whose fatal flaw is their penis. Why he couldn't resist the urge to mount someone other than his wife is beyond me. In fact, he probably was fully apprised of the fact that he could destroy everything that he had in his life if evidence about his impropriety became revealed. Voters don't, for the most part, like  liars but they most certainly don't like cheaters. He should have strapped a chastity belt on his junk if he was finding it hard to control. Seriously--muzzle that little guy because he can bring your life to a bitter, screeching halt.

But of course, no one will take heed of the thousands of these popular male-downfall stories proliferating the media circuits. Dominique Strauss Kahn certainly paid no mind to anything around him other than his own perverted sexual desire. This man is having quite an epic fall from grace because of his moments of stupidity, ego and just plain weakness. As he awaits his release on bail after a heated and quite costly legal battle, just the tip of his iceberg-sized problem, I'm sure he regrets his narcissistic and dangerous actions.  But, if he got away with it, he'd definitely be doing it again and again and again.

So, the million dollar question remains: why do these powerful men do this? It's like having a Mr. Big complex. I'm sure you know who Mr. Big is--the iconic dreamy, confounded, powerful and wealthy alpha male from Sex and the City who ultimately married Carrie. Part of it, in my humble opinion, has to be driven by the fact that power and money are aphrodisiacs. Women are drawn to these alphas and the alphas, in turn, find it "too easy" and just give in. Coupled with their success, money, sense of security and ego, I tend to think these men are runaway trains. They'll never learn their lesson, no matter how many before them have fallen and how many close calls they may have had personally. So, I guess, the only thing left to do is to steer clear of their path and watch the accident waiting to happen.