In the 34th Street subway station, scrawled across a poster for a new Bruce Willis movie, or perhaps it was for Steve Madden shoes, I encountered the following graffito:

“Sex without love is an addiction!!!”

My first thought was that the huggybear crowd had unearthed a box of marker pens, but upon further contemplation, I had to concede that the anonymous vandal had a point, if only in the unstated corollary:

Sex with love is not an addiction.

The combination of these aphorisms explains a great deal of the angst I suffered over the past fifteen years.