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The Daily Beast has wrangled erstwhile Washingtonienne and newly branded wife Jessica Cutler into blogging for the site on “How She Went From Slut to Housewife.” The conceit here—-woman has lots of sex, unexpectedly snags man who truly loves her!—-initially made me sad. Does anyone really see those things as mutually exclusive anymore? Thankfully, though, the slut-to-wife narrative has been beaten into the ground so completely that the result is truly boring. From the Tues., Nov. 18 entry of Cutler’s wedding diary:

A friend of mine who edits an online magazine (not The Daily Beast) asks me to start up a sex column again. I agree to write something, but since this editor’s taste trends towards the “dating horror story” variety of sex column, I worry that Charles may not approve. For the first time, I actually have to worry about what someone else thinks. I don’t want to write about him, nor do I want to bring up any exes, who have always served as gold mines of material for past columns. I have conflicting feelings of lameness and warm fuzzies: I’m only worried because I really do respect him.

This isn’t to bag on Cutler’s skills as a writer, or to ridicule her happiness—-I think she’s witty, and I’m glad she’s happy. But I’m also glad that sleeping with a lot of people and then getting married isn’t shocking, out of the ordinary, or even remotely interesting anymore.