Dudes: Shmuley

Yeah, it's spelled right. And it's pronounced like it looks. It's a name. A first name. The last name I can pronounce only because I heard it spoken on the radio (Boteach...not bo-teech but bo-tay'-achk...with a Germanic sound at the end). At the time, I thought him an abrasive man as he discussed current events with Michael Medved with a passion I have come to understand as his norm.

He pens with greater subtlety, but his points drive into the belly.

While I labeled this post as for "Dudes" it is for "dudettes," too. His column today confronts our conduct and character, items lacking but ached for in our fleshly focused land. Like Edmund ravenous obsession for Turkish Delight, we lust for and connive to get that which leaves us empty and troubled.

A few quotes:

As women confront the vulgar reality of how men treat them, they discover that becoming masturbatory material to men is not particularly liberating.

Ouch. Is this what women's libber signed up for? The J. Geils Band put it to music in the '80's with "My Angel is a Centerfold." Shmuley rips into such shallow pursuits. He continues:

(T)he only way to truly affair-proof one's marriage is to decide that the pleasure of righteous action and moral heroism by far outstrips anything that can be experienced in illicit sex.

That, ladies and gentlemen, cannot be topped. Read the entirety of his article, please, right here.