Tonight, Eddie McGuire should be settling into the commentary box to call another game of footy.
But he won’t be. Because the last four days have left him “emotionally and physically flattened” and he needs a break.
And I can’t say I blame him. Because if anyone needs a mental health day right now, it’s him.
I was only just thinking about him this morning in the shower (the place where all good thinking is done). And it was one thought that just wouldn’t wash away:
I wonder how his mental health is right now.
In just four short days since the story broke of The Joke That Went Bad, he’s been condemned by politicians, AFL figures, domestic violence campaigners, sports figures, countless letters to the editor and talk-back callers. His face has been stamped on all the papers, his words plucked out of thin air to be analysed and criticised, he’s had his career and leadership questioned and been publicly lynched in a climate of outrage.
Listen to Mia Freedman, Kate De Brito and I talking about it on Mamamia Out Loud this week:
It would have anyone diving under the doona, but the particular ferocity of the public reaction has been intense.
And I know showing concern makes me sound like an Eddie-sympathiser. I’m sure my feminist flag will be flown at half-mast by some. But I think we need to ease up a bit.
Because sometimes, people say the wrong things. Sometimes, they don’t get it. And what does a public flaying achieve?
Where does outrage get us? Where does blame get us? Where does calling someone stupid and arrogant, calling for them to be sacked and isolating them get us? Where does smacking a kid get you when they’ve done something bad?