When Did Being an Adulteress Become Not Shameful?

I'm not a prude. I understand the thrill of a little thing on the side. I may or may not have indulged myself. But it used to be shameful. It used to be secret. If anyone ever asked the standard was to deny, deny, deny. It seems like now these adultresses cannot wait to hire Gloria Allred and a publicist and make sure we all know about it. They save stained dresses, voicemail recordings, and run to TMZ to brag. What is wrong with these women? Do they dally because they were attracted to the person or did they do it for the money TMZ will pay? If so there is a word for a woman that dallies for money.

It trace this 'fucking without shame' back to Donna Rice. She was able to parlay her notoriety into a gig selling jeans aptly names "No Excuses." Meanwhile the rest of us ended up with Ronald Reagan.

This new fucking for publicity, money and "fame" might be as big of a turn off for men who might otherwise want to dally as Fatal Attraction was.

I'd worry about the supply of men for afternoon delights drying up, but then again . . .