No one ever thought that Eliot Spitzer could have gone out with as big a bang as he did when he resigned from his position as governor of New York State on March 17. With an alleged eight sexual encounters involving girls from the “Emperor’s Club,” the former governor has been catapulted off his throne with immense amounts of force. Within hours of the story breaking, it seemed as though everyone, except his wife Silda, was screaming at Mr. Spitzer to resign.

We’ve posed the question, “What were you thinking?” to Mr. Spitzer all too many times. Maybe the power he had as a result of his position as governor gave him the mistaken impression that he was invincible and somehow outside of the law. His last call girl, “Kristen,” was touted as a five-foot-five “pretty brunette,” while sources have said the “Emperor’s Club” Web site enjoyed bragging about how their girls were, of all things, “well-educated.” Never mind that Mr. Spitzer already has a pretty, well educated brunette at home in his wife and, as if it couldn’t get more awkward, 22-year-old “Kristen” is only a few years older than his eldest daughter, Elyssa.

But Harvard-educated Silda Wall Spitzer isn’t even the biggest victim in the fiasco. Mr. Spitzer’s three daughters have it the toughest out of the bunch, for their dad will always be known as the guy who threw away an extraordinary career to be involved in a prostitution ring for an embarrassing amount of money. His daughters are smart girls who have their whole lives ahead of them and they shouldn’t have to deal with this cloud of shame hanging over their heads.

As upset as I am that New Yorkers, including myself, were lied to in an overdose of hypocrisy, my heart goes out to the Spitzer family. I cannot even fathom what they must be going through. It’s time for the media to lay off the matter for the sake of the Spitzers and let them re-piece their lives in private.