Tag Archives: intimacy
Memoirs, True or False?
Memoirs, True or False? Readers of this column are reminded from time to time that I recently finished a memoir, Confessions of a Young Philosopher, and am looking round the publishing business to see if any editor/publisher will put up … Continue reading
Saints, Lovers and Writers
Saints, Lovers and Writers Girls and women tend to think that their work is an addendum, an add-on, to the main event: life. I have published books and articles, given papers internationally, fought for the right to teach philosophy without … Continue reading
“Marriage”
“Marriage” Marriage has always seemed to me a great mystery. Clearly it has a political aspect. To most people, this is at least somewhat apparent. In an earlier American era, the negative politics of single womanhood was quite obvious. Take … Continue reading
Looking Out for Number One
Looking Out for Number One Quoted in full, Rabbi Hillel’s famous saying goes like this: If I am not for myself, who will be? And if I am only for myself, what am I? And if not now, when? Though … Continue reading
“Intimacy”
“Intimacy” A few months ago, a malicious third party made a comment about my mother, whom she had never actually known, that created distance between my mother and me. It was a puzzling, obscuring distance my mother had never occupied … Continue reading
“Atheism”
“Atheism” I’m not an atheist at present, but I’ve been one. So, why did I go there and why, eventually, did I turn back? I can tell you one thing: life is very different for the atheist from what it … Continue reading
“Yenta”
“Yenta” I’ll venture a definition: a busybody whose interest and advice is not really well-intentioned, though it purports to be. A yenta is generally female, but if we assume that a man can be one too, an old-country joke comes … Continue reading
“Seduction”
“Seduction” Thanks to the “most interesting man in the world,” pictured above in the ad for Mexican beer, I don’t have to explain what I mean by “seduction.” Look deeply and fixedly into his eyes, ladies, and tell me nothing … Continue reading