The pity brigade is coming out to battle. I hear their high-pitched, whiny war cry in the distance, along with the soft, feathery trum of approaching horse hooves...
I'm not a big fan of uber-privacy for celebs. Shoot me. You want to be photographed coming out of Spago's with your wife, interviewed on Leno and blogged about ad nauseum for PR, but when chinks in your armour are exposed due to your dumb decisions you want the "privacy you deserve". Get bent. Sorry, but someone (not just Brett Favre) who sends out a dick pic should be more concerned about privacy before they hit the "Send" button, not after said pic has gone viral and showed off his sideways mushroom cap to anyone with a PC and a care to look. Like hell it's between him and his wife; it's now between him, his wife, the would-be paramour who sold his peen photo to the devil, the media, and anyone else who's interested in looking. There are people--gasp!--in this world who actually think Brett Favre's peen is news, and tabs like The Enquirer prove it. If he wants "privacy" he should act like it.
I'm sure he wants to take it all back (especially if this turns out to be an irreconcilable point of contention between his wife and he), but it's too late. I wish him the best of luck in trying to get back that handful of sand he threw into the wind, grain by tiny grain. In other words: it ain't gonna happen.