We live in a very weird time when not only are we somehow shocked that a rock star is running around cheating on his wife, we're somehow shocked that Dave Grohl is running around cheating on his wife.
Mind you, no one who actually listens to the Foo Fighters would either be shocked or particularly outraged by this latest evidence of Grohl's priapism. It comes with the whole "rock star" territory, surely.
But a major part of Grohl's brand is being the "nice," safe face of rock 'n' roll to the radically-feminized (if not misandrist) pop and media worlds, so therefore he must perform the requisite penance to the great goddess Theraputia.
And I have to say this: I don't know which damage-control firm Grohl hired, but judging by the sheer volume of puff pieces out there right now, he is certainly getting his money's worth.
Now, I realize that this is an unprecedentedly stupid timeline, but even the shills at the Guardian have no excuse for not spending a minute or two looking into Grohl's history. Of course, the real excuse here is that the pay-for-play rag was commissioned to rehabilitate Grohl's public image by making him look like the victim.
Victim of whom, you ask? Why, of toxic masculinity, of course.
But aside from the fact that Grohl is a celebrity and therefore has plenty of opportunity to pursue relationships outside his marriage, it's not like he's ever been monogamous, or that he hasn't written songs about stepping out on his wife, whoever that was at the time.
Let's take what is probably the Foo's signature song, "Everlong," as an instance...
In case you missed the reference a few years back when the Foos did SNL, the "Everlong" snippet they played was ol' Grohly indulging his own favorite Christmas memories...
...namely, thinking back on that how great it was havin' some of that sweet, sweet, extramarital rock-star sex with an in-her-prime-pretty Louise Post of Veruca Salt...
...for the first time, which was just before Christmas 1996.
As a matter of fact, Grohl loved Louise Post so completely, bonded with her so much in body, mind and spirit, felt such a cosmic connection with Louise and harmonized so perfectly with her, that he kicked her ass to the curb for Winona Ryder - also in-her-prime-pretty - after a couple short months.
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Bottom line? Grohl is mostly a media concoction at this point, the token "rock-guy" in a decrepit and dying culture filled with slaves, disposable puppets, and mind-controlled paper dolls.
Everything about what passes for popular music today is worthless, fake and literally retarded - as is nearly everyone who still consumes it - and needs to be completely wiped from the face of the earth if civilization is to survive. But until that glorious day of final reckoning, it's the game that guys like Grohl are forced to play if they want to maintain their lavish lifestyles.
So when you're caught red-handed doing what nearly every other celebrity does all the time - meaning step out on their partners - you have to go through an elaborate and protracted ritual of mea culpa's, whose arduousness would shock a Medieval Catholic priest. It's just the way of the world we live in now.
But at least Grohl seems to enjoy the company of adult women, which is more than you can say about half of Hollywood anymore.
Or Washington, for that matter.
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