This article about Vanity Fair's new naked cover is right. A clothed male juxtaposed against naked women does suggest dominance, and that's a sad, certainly new twist on things, no? My one beef with the piece, however, is that I'm not sure Scarlett Johanssen looks "baby chubby" in the VF picture. I think she looks more like a boiled chicken. The question now is: What does a clothed man juxtaposed against one naked young woman and one boiled chicken symbolize? I think the answer, at least to some of my descendants raised in the fowleriffic Yiddish quarter of Lodz, Poland, is a romantic -- and sa-sa-savory -- Friday night dinner. Le Chaim.