The yeytser horeh, the evil inclination, is still alive and well among our children. My thirteen year-old daughter just informed me that a friend of hers has been grounded after coming home from what was supposed to have been a Yom Ha’Atzma’ut party with “a hickey the size of a matzoh ball.”

It’s probably a good thing. According to the medresh, “Were it not for the yeytser horeh, no one would build a house, get married, have children, or do any business;” it drives people to satisfy their urges and gratify their egos. Someone who has been seized by the yeytser has fallen into a passionate desire––for an ice cream, a new house, or finding a cure for cancer––anything that can be desired or even lusted after. It’s Inclination with a capital I, immune to cold showers or thoughts of Santa.

There’s only one way to resist, especially when the yeytser starts to talk about sex: “Shlep it into the bes-medresh [study house]. If it’s made of rock, it’ll be crushed; of iron, it’ll be smashed to pieces (Sukko, 52b).”

Rock, iron–the only thing that’s supposed to be hard in a bes-medresh is the book you’re trying to read: yeytser-horeh-bleterl, “a small blotch of the evil inclination,” is what Yiddish calls a hickey. “She got such a yetster-hore-bleterl at the Teaneck drive-in that she wore turtlenecks for the next three weeks.”

May she wear them in good health––as long as she isn’t my daughter.

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