This conversation goes back to at least 1969:
I wish the world were a nicer place. People ought to treat each other better, but everyone seems to have a reason to be a jerk to someone.
I’m in the “He did the crime, he did the time” camp. Criminal record, check. Out of jail, back to being a free person. If he were the CEO of Exxon, he’d be making a legit mint. Mayweather does it boxing on the biggest stage in the world- also legit.
Sorry it all chaps your hide. I think you are committing what I call a ‘category error’- just my own terminology, this probably goes by a different formal name, but I am merely an amateur philosopher. The guy has massive name recognition. Wealth, and all the things that go with it. You could say he deserves these because he acquired them through the rules of how those things work. It’s the old worldly/heavenly split. The things of this world are dirty- some people will tell you the Devil rules this world! So, the worse you are in a moral sense, the more success you achieve. Kind of a sloppy way of looking at it, but if you are especially new to all this you could start there.
The category error is in assuming that this form of success leads to other, unrelated things. He doesn’t get the respect the Dalai Lama gets, because he is a boxing hero, not a moral authority. Both are celebrities- aha! There’s the category in which you are in error! Celebrity doesn’t sort by good or bad, but you appear to think it does because of the way society regards celebrities!
So is it better to have money or integrity? And who really knows for sure if Mayweather is a bad guy today? He gets trash talked constantly. Maybe he had a change of heart in prison, who knows? Maybe he doesn’t feel he has to share his personal life with the media and that is why he displays no remorse, because he is just a boxer, and not a soap opera star, on purpose.
If hookers and blow are the yardstick of happiness, Mayweather can retire and out-happy all of us. The universe appears unjust in this view, and that is the source of your frission. But maybe beers and pizzas are the yardstick of happiness, and Mayweather’s trainers will never let him consume those like I do ![]()