A few weeks ago, I was having dinner with friends. Wine glasses aloft, we discussed the usual: kids, work, leg hair. “I haven’t had sex in months!” one friend declared. “My ankles look like a sasquatch,” I confessed. “Our version of a hot date is watching ‘House of Cards,’ ” one mom of a toddler declared. We all chortled knowingly.
If you surveyed this group, I’m sure that each of us would say our marriages were relatively happy. Spicy? Not always. Frustrating? Sure. Yet if modern media is to be believed, we’re doomed.