A generation that grows up with divorce widespread amongst their parents is doubtlessly cynical about marriage. Many hope for the perfect marriage, but set the marriages of their neighbours at naught. If a handsome married man is unhappy, or just looks unhappy, some women--young women--think that he is fair game.
I stress young women because when I was young I laboured under the misapprehension that somehow my generation was more moral and less hypocritical than my mother's Baby Boom generation. Since then, however, I have realized that this is just something that young people like to believe of themselves. The generations that have followed the Baby Boom are, perhaps, less self-centred, but they are also less confident in everything, including the institution of marriage. Sexy romance is what its all about, and when sexy romance goes, the man goes.
But sexy romance goes and comes back, incidentally, as all married women know. One moment we are head over heels with our clever, handsome husbands, but the next we long to flush their heads down our toilets while shrieking like banshees. ("Or is that just me?" B.A. told me to say.) Frankly, I would be frantic with rage if some beautiful young thing made eyes at B.A. right after a head-flushing incident.
I have more stern thoughts on this topic, but first I have to go to Mass where I will be confirmed in my sternness. BRB.