To be trusted is a greater compliment than to be loved.
Like all wise old sayings, this particular one carries more than a grain of truth. For a long time, I've always associated marriages - seemingly a lifetime commitment - with a higher than normal level of trust. Otherwise why commit to that one person for the span of an entire lifetime if you don't trust him / her?
Unfortunately that doesn't seem to be the case in real life. As usual, bored biddies here are yet again fearful of predatory females out to get their husbands. Banding under the unfortunate moniker of Concerned Respectful Ladies, the desperate housewives ( with a sprinkling of working women ) have launched a campaign against the city council's decision to allow more reflexology centres and spas to open here. Not only are they worried about vice activities that allegedly happen behind closed doors, they also fear foreign female masseurs could lead the men here, particularly their husbands, astray.
Suddenly I have a fleeting image of a wicked predatory arachnid luring naive, unsuspecting flies into her sticky web.
Insulting their husbands much?
Think the overly concerned movement just set women's lib back a thousand years. Ladies, let me reiterate ( possibly for the hundredth time ). If there's so little trust in a relationship, perhaps it's time to reevaluate the very basis of the marriage. Why worry only about female masseurs ... when there are ladies everywhere; in the workplace, in the restaurants, in the bars? If the weak-willed husband wants to stray, he certainly wouldn't be short of opportunity since there are plenty to choose from already.
Even without all the spas and reflexology centres open.
And yes, even without the much maligned China Dolls around to tempt them.
Short of locking up your cheating husbands - or resorting to the demented likes of our Obedient Wives' Club advocating wifely submission, there's really not much you can do except have a little faith.
Who knows exactly what your husband's up to these days!
Would I be worried myself? Even if my husband had dozens of sculpted mainland Chinese hunks fawning on him everyday, I certainly wouldn't incite a crusade to deport them. Perhaps a tinge of worry would crease my brow but I would rub it away. There has to be an element of trust and fidelity in a monogamous relationship. Otherwise it all goes to hell.
Of course if our roles were reversed and I found myself drowning in gorgeous man-meat... :)