The Fredösphere

Not everything in a Telegraph article called "Brilliant men always betray their wives" is nonsense, but it is spoiled by an unrelenting sycophancy:  geniuses are horndogs, and their greatness and horndogginess are both products of their risk-taking.

To many, the idea of Einstein having 10 mistresses does not fit the classical image of the great, remote genius.  Why was he wasting his valuable time with the exhausting business of conducting a string of illicit affairs - affairs that would cause havoc with his family life, damaging especially his relationship with his sons?
The answer is that he, like many other intensely creative men, was over-endowed with one of the human male's most characteristic qualities: the joy of risk-taking.

Poor, poor, geniuses.  They just can't help themselves!

Aiding and abetting these erotic adventures is the fact that the fame, power and wealth that these especially brilliant men have received as rewards for their achievements make them very attractive figures to the opposite sex.  They may have a face like an angry hippopotamus but, thanks to their high status, they somehow manage to ooze sex appeal, much to the disbelief and dismay of the handsome failures who carry out menial tasks for them.

I pity these geniuses -- they're the victims!  Meanwhile, I'm going to forgive the obvious typo and simply note that "but" should have been spelled with two t's.  What I can't forgive is the following:

During a presidential visit to Britain, John F. Kennedy once shocked an elderly Harold Macmillan when he complained to him that if he didn't have sex with a woman every day he suffered from severe headaches.

So is the topic horny geniuses, or simply horny high-status males?  Or does the author really think Kennedy belongs on a list that includes Einstein, Picasso and Bertrand Russell?