For years, Rabbi Jonathan Rosenblatt, the leader of an affluent Modern Orthodox synagogue in the Bronx, did something unusual with the boys in his congregation. He took them, some as young as 12, to the gym to play squash or racquetball, then showered beside them and took them into the sauna, where — often naked, and with them often naked — he engaged the boys in searching conversations about their lives, problems and faith. Some liked talking to the rabbi. But others felt uncomfortable. He said he would. They believe he eventually did. And because the rabbi was not accused of sexual misconduct, and because this was a time less attuned to issues of clerical impropriety, not much more came of it. Many enjoyed the sauna discussions. Rabbi Rosenblatt acquired a reputation as a great mentor. He told several people the sauna talks — in the Jewish tradition of men enjoying fellowship in the shvitz, or steam baths — were a key to his success.
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A young Jewish lawyer stops in a Forty-second Street peep show and, in his guilty panic, sees his former rabbis, therapist, mother, and pregnant wife on the stage. On a whim, Allen goes into a peep show and sees, through the open partition, four women, almost naked, seated on a carpeted platform. One of them is beautiful and Allen wants her desperately. Allen holds his hands against her warm skin. But his time has run out: the partition comes down. And there is also his erection, diabolically hard. Allen lets go and lets the shame rush in and fill the emptiness. When he puts another token in, the partition rises and there, in the chairs where the women had been sitting, are Rabbi Mann, naked and fat, and three other rabbis from his old school. Too hairy?
I am naked. The room contains a shower, sink, and toilet in an alcove. Think spa.
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