This week, scandal-ridden Tiger Woods announced that this Friday, he would make a public apology for his serial infidelity and address his potential re-entry into the pro golf competition circuit. While many other people seemed fascinated and excited by this announcement and what revelations it might bring, I truly could not care less.I do not particularly care if Tiger returns to the pro golf circuit at any point. He is a much better golfer than many of us could ever hope to be, his talent is not so overwhelming and all-encompassing that I am dying for him to put his polos and khakis back on and pull out his driver. Watching golf, in my opinion, is mind-numbingly boring. I have been trying to figure out for years why some people willingly stand on the sidelines to watch a tiny white ball fly through the air toward a little cup in the middle of a field. No one is hitting each other, there is no exciting music between plays, and the entire thing lasts way too long. The fact that women are still not allowed to join the Augusta National Gold Club, where the Masters Tournament is held, is just the cherry on top of my golf disdain sundae.More importantly, though, I do not care if Tiger Woods apologizes. In this day and age, I have grown to expect so little from celebrities that their mistakes, sex tapes, and ignorant interview answers no longer surprise or disappoint me. Tiger is not a close friend or family member of mine, therefore I do not need or expect any sort of apology from him. He cheated on his wife multiple times, putting both his and her sexual health at risk, not to mention the emotional turmoil and embarrassment he caused. He should be apologizing profusely to her, his children, his family, and any other close friends or colleagues. I am unaffected by his affairs, both literal and figurative, and do not care what he does.Though I do love to watch train wreck television shows like Keeping Up With The Kardashians and Rock of Love, my blind love of such shows is deceiving: I don’t actually consider these “celebrities” to be important figures that I admire or want to emulate. I worry that the Perez Hilton and Harvey Levin culture will make future generations think that our culture obsesses over these quasi-famous individuals. Kim Kardashian’s latest tweets are insignificant, as is John Mayer’s offensive Playboy interview and Beyonce and Jay-Z’s vacation in Argentina.

Ultimately, what Tiger Woods does with his personal time is none of my business, nor do I want it to be. If he wants to cheat on his wife, that is his prerogative, and he alone has to deal with whatever repercussions may come with such a poor decision. Airtime and news holes could be better filled with something that actually affects and is of interest to the general population, like health care, policy decisions, international news, etc. Stories like Tiger Woods’ public apology, unfortunately, seem to always take precedent.