"So, tell me, what are you looking for in awoman?" I ask.
"Someone kind and gentle, intelligent, educated,cultured, witty, fun, a professional, independent, but interested intraditional things, Jewish, haimish, warm, family-oriented...andthin, tall, attractive, blond, well-dressed." He continues, but Irealize already that I know him. He's my 3-year old. The open mouthof the infant: "I want, I want, I want."
I know what he wants: a Playboy playmate who willadore him, cook like his mother but make no demands on hissoul.
He isn't alone. He belongs to a whole culture ofchildishness.