So one of my much more yeshivish type chaverim turns to me, out of the blue, and asks me what the acronym “WTF” means. As you can tell, he isn’t bakant with the shprach. I answer “What The Flip”. Am I gonna burn? For that, I mean? And if you happen to be an innocent [...]
I’m walking down the street in Tel Aviv, dressed to the nines in khakis and a white cotton T-shirt. Aside from my watch, I could’ve purchased my entire wardrobe for a C-note.And I’m feeling right at home. I blend right in with my environment. I feel completely indigenous. Like I’ve been walking these streets my [...]
“You can’t sit on both sides of the fence”. Or, “men ken nisht tantzen by baide chasunas“. Complete myths, as any member of any Orthodox Jewry enclave will affirm. Many dance at two, three or even four chasunas per night. But seriously, the fact is that we all do it. Straddle the fence. And us [...]
Yad Vashem. I went the other day. I admit it. Yes, I know that Briskers love nothing more than hating on it. Yes, I know that it is an edifice of and to pure apikorsus. But I also know that every time I go, and I’ve been a few times, I find myself inspired anew. [...]