New York Adult Entertainment: The Betrayed Political Wife
I’m speaking as a woman here, one of those who have watched the cuckold wives (a word that technically doesn’t apply to wives; I can find nothing in the dictionary that applies to sexually betrayed women, though you would think Webster would have added one by now) and mentally placed ourselves in their shoes. It is a game women play — the game of “Which Is Worse?” It probably had its roots in the darkness of summer camp, when children tested their fears by the eerie glow of flashlights: Which is worse, dying of heat or dying of cold? Eating a caterpillar or a locust? Losing your arms or your legs? The grown-up version goes something like this: Which is worse, having him cheat on you with a female prostitute or a male stranger in the men’s room? While you were in remission from cancer, or after you’d given up your own career to make him president? With a prostitute whom he paid extra for odd requests, or an exotic foreigner with whom he danced ’neath an Argentine moon?