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I’ve been thinking a lot about Bill Cosby. He is (or was?) truly a hero of mine. For several years when I was a kid, my best friends were comedians: Steve Martin, Father Guido Sarducci, Gilda Radner, Richard Pryor, George…

Is (was?) Ashley Madison more like RJ Reynolds? A purveyor of pleasure that comes with an enormous cost? Or Smith and Wesson? Whose product can be used for (very) good or (very) evil? Or the library, your local bookseller, or…

I’ve been suffering in recent months from a little reminder that I’m not as young as I used to be, that my body is aging. The details aren’t interesting but, suffice it to say, I have been suffering chronic discomfort…

For reasons, we’ve been a bit less in touch lately. But the other day, she sent me a scorching video, one I don’t have permission to share with you, but which, nonetheless, I feel compelled to tell you about. It…

“When you start to drift into a situation where you might make bad choices, you stop and meditate?  I understand the value of daily, routine prayer or meditation, but I guess I don’t see the connection to things that occur…

I first wrote about New York’s oldest sex club over three years ago, and I’ve returned maybe a dozen times, maybe more, since my first visit. In the time since my first visit, the club hasn’t changed at all, but…

Ashley Madison exists because of people’s problematic relationship to monogamy.

An older man, late sixties, pushing a grocery cart filled with detritus, wearing thick glasses, missing a few teeth, shoddily dressed, stopped me. “Excuse me, sir?” I stopped. I thought he was going to ask me for change. I’m generous…

Should be banished. That is all.

So this just happened. Ashley Madison’s servers have been hacked, and some self-appointed moral vigilantes stand poised to embarrass thousands and thousands of people who’ve paid for Ashley Madison memberships. I don’t have an enormous amount to say here, except…