Silly me, no wonder my marriage for love lasted only 25 years.
Rabbi Shmuley Boteach’s dicta (“The importance of desire,” December 7) that Jews should marry for lust may be the way to go. I envision a day in the list of the lucky lady as follows: She is in an unfinished basement, arms in soapsuds to the elbows, scrubbing hubby’s underwear on a corrugated washboard. Suddenly there is a loud thumping on the unrailed steps. Hubby hurries before the pill fades, and speaks lustfully. “Darling, this is the moment!” She takes her dripping arms out of the water, throws her sopping apron around his neck, and says rapturously, “You have decided to let me buy a washing machine!”