I would venture that I'm a 'normal' woman by most standards. I'm in my thirties, middle class, caucasian, educated, happily married. Yes, I'm happily married to a really great guy who I love very much, but I have actually strayed. There is something compelling about the sexual kinetics of a new relationship, the chemistry, the overdose of all the feel good hormones that come with a new mutual attraction. When I got married I didn't amputate all the parts of me that enabled me to see and appreciate members of the opposite sex, and I continue to be perfectly capable of recognizing a new attraction. I don't feel unappreciated by my husband, he's very fond of me. I don't feel disempowered, I have a great deal of autonomy. I just love the variety, I am human no less than any man out there.

I feel like we've inherited a tradition based on formerly practical mores where female infidelity was more strictly censured because men were once the providers and wished to avoid the burden of raising offspring not their own. This eventually morphed into a mythology where women were depicted and made to believe that they didn't desire infidelity the way men did, in order to make women more managable as a sex. We were made to believe we were abnormal for having parallel desires all for originially practical reasons. In the end, we are all human, and I sincerely hope culture is reaching a point of critical mass where some of these calcified ideas are examined and discarded for the defunct and obsolete, unfounded traditions that they are. I am human.