So Gloria Steinem is totally taking me off her Christmas Card list this year for this post but I just can't help it.Okay look at this picture of General Petraeus, his wife Holly and their "friends" the Kelleys and what is the first thought that pops into your head? For me it was high school. This picture is a grown up version of the high school party where the two head cheerleaders are tolerating having their picture taken with a member of the chess club because she is the sister of the captain of the football team. Very deep stuff, I know but seriously it is what flashed through my mind. And by the way, knock off judging me because you know exactly who are the "cheerleaders" and who is the "member of the chess club." People in glass houses shouldn't throw stones.

Now General Petraeus didn't actually have sex with either of the two women in this photo. His indiscretion involved another knock out of the cerebral variety, Paula Broadwell. But what this picture demonstrates is that General Petraeus was around a lot of hot chicks clamoring for his attention while his wife was thinking that she's held up her end of the bargain so that's got to count for something, right? Hello, doesn't rock solid wife who supported your ass when you moved the family every few years, a couple of decades of raising your family, and total subordination of any dream she had for herself in order to advance her husband's career (I know the unfounded assumptions are too numerous to count but I'd say I'm pretty safe in making every last one of them) earn you some loyalty for God's sake?

That would be a no.

I was at dinner with a few girlfriends last night and we were talking about the book The 5 Love Languages. For those of you who haven't read it, in a nutshell, the book helps you and your spouse identify what your significant other does to make you feel loved - and it breaks the options into 5 categories. Kind of like a Cosmo quiz on steroids. So for instance, my love language is "acts of service." So my husband knows that if he really wants to rev my engine he'll do the laundry and finally build the mantle he's been threatening to build for over a year now (hint hint). The other languages are words of affirmation, quality time, gifts and physical touch.

Guess which language every single male I've ever known speaks? Again stop judging because you knew the answer would be "physical touch."

No joke, there was one other woman at the table whose husband who had read the book guess what his love language was - again stop judging because you knew the answer. I'd welcome feedback on this point. Seriously if you are or know of a man whose top love language is not physical touch and who also does not live in his parent's basement I'd love to hear from you.

What I'm driving at here is that it's just downright discouraging to think that someone like General Petraeus, who has such honor, and integrity, and everything to lose still acts like some frat boy and throws his life away for a little physical touch from the sexy librarian who was his biographer.

Because the moral of the story can't be that Holly Petraeus should have vixened herself up in order to keep her man. Is there a happy middle ground where we can be good girls who embrace our inner sex goddess?

The only thing I know for sure is that I'm on team Holly.

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