I really don't like that Oprah Winfrey character. Her enthusiasm reminds me of Barney the purple dinosaur. Nevertheless, I've watched Oprah a total of two times. The better of the two episodes was about women who cheat on their husbands. At some point, these women began discussing the positive aspects of cheating: great sex, expensive jewelry, flowers... My eyes glazed over and I tuned out the show. Images of diamonds, roses, and hot sex floated through my head. When I get married, I want a lover too! I thought, excitedly. After I don't know how long, I snapped back to reality. No, I thought. I'll just make my husband do that! That's what males are for.