My compliments to Molly Peckler of Venice, California, for developing what appears to be a profitable business model. With the passage of Proposition 64 in November 2016, legalizing the personal use of marijuana, it’s now open season for enterprises which seek to capitalize on those persons for whom the drug is their intoxicant of choice. Her use of “Single Speakeasy” sessions, which offer dating and life coaching services for marijuana-using singles, appears to be off and running.

In operating a business professing to enable persons to “come out of the ‘green closet,’ be open about who they are and find success in life and love,” there’ll be slim profits if directed to the economically challenged. Accordingly, Ms. Peckler aims her pitch toward entrepreneurs, technicians and other reasonably well-heeled professionals, with coaching prices that range from $1,000 to $3,000. With her degree in psychology, she can conjure up the spiel necessary to captivate those persons who crave “a feeling of warmth and energy while engaged in a smoke sesh with someone leading to a great bonding experience.”

Although the use of pot is now officially approved, I reserve my doubts as to its advisability. Just as an individual’s continual use of ethanol does irreparable harm to the liver, isn’t it possible repeated use of cannabis does the same to the brain? I feel instinctively this is the case. And if so, then what does it portend for a society if a substantial portion of its population grows ever more mentally incapacitated? This is the principal reason I voted no on Proposition 64.

Let me offer a final comment. The prominent article eulogizing this chic method to “spark relationships” displays Ms. Peckler taking a hit of marijuana at her home office. I can’t help but wonder if this crafty businesswoman is actually a user of a substance which, as she suggests, can “suck the motivation and drive and ambition out of you,” or whether the picture is simply a PR device. In this regard, I’ll not forget a comment attributed to Doris Duke, the daughter of a wealthy tobacco tycoon, whose personal fortune was derived from the sale of this product. When once offered a cigarette, she responded: “No, thank you; I’ll not put one of those filthy things into my mouth.”