Regarding the curious case of New York Times woe-is-my-mortgage econ writer Edmund L. Andrews, a critic in the Wall Street Journal asks:
When did journalists go soft—and come to believe that their foolishness was something to share with the world?
Few men would ever bother to enter into a romantic heterosexual marriage–much less three, as I have done–were it not for the iron grip of necessity that falls upon us when we are unwise enough to fall in love with a woman other than our mom.
I guess it all depends on the definition of the word "foolishness."
Bonus link, to perpetuate the cycle of violence: Sting singing "Too Much Information" 20 years ago in what appears to be a long black dress.