Actually, I suspect the Church is simply the only one getting punished for practices that are rampant behind closed doors in a lot of institutions and halls of power. Hollywood and the political/financial class are sufficiently amorphous and informally associated that they can cast off their various steins, whether Wein- or Ep-, and pretend they are lone deviants. Whereas in the Church, the sort of favors and coverups are not between people who meet at the same orgies, but don't have a defined legal relationship, instead of being legally responsible for or to one another as members of the same organization.

That being said, there is a reason I belong to a parish served by an order committed to a more traditional liturgy and view of doctrine, which by its nature, serves to generally insulate both the order and its apostolates from the general hierarchy. It also means that I tend to think of Catholic clergy as more like my parish priests than the sort I saw in high school who were diocesan or from more mainstream orders, like the Jesuits or Salesians. Even the Jesuits, I think of the painting in our sacristy of one of the North American Martyrs getting his heart cut out by Indians, or the elderly scholar who married my brother, than a couple of the - I don't want to say 'weenies' about men who have taken Holy Orders, but eh - sort I met in high school talking about Liberation Theology. Honestly, I would love to be able to go back and take high school religion class again, knowing what I know now, except I could see it leading me down a path of arrogance, disobedience and heresy. That said, I derive a certain satisfaction from the abrupt departure of the director of religious education in the middle of my senior year (who was also my religion teacher that year). There is no PROOF that the instigating factor in his crisis of vocation was his attempt to commiserate with a mother volunteering at bingo night over the repression and discrimination the Church has imposed on women over the years, only to get an earful back of Catholic Mom pride. Said mother being my own. I don't believe, and will not without hard evidence, that Father Mike was a pedophile or sexual abuser or even gay. But said hard evidence would not unduly shake my view of the man.

Basically, the majority of my experience with Catholic clergy has been very fortunate and I have had just enough glimpses of the mainstream to be able to grasp that they are not necessarily a bunch I would trust with secular power, while my regular religious life is blessed enough that it is an effort to have to remember that.