We’re not Penelope

Would it work for us, as it worked for Penelope, to wait for our "Ulysses" for forty years? Based on this premise, the work raises what love is today and what the word fidelity currently means. Is it different after World War II? After the internet? After 9/11? after Tinder and Grindr? Would Penelope wait for Ulysses if she was born in the 1980s? Would you make and unmake your rug every night? The only possible fidelity system recognized by our society is the monogamous couple?