Here We Go Again (My My)

RE: the ad on the side of my facebook homescreen, offering me access to humorous Jewish video content -- Why does facebook know I’m Jewish? I’m very sure I haven’t told them, or if I did, it was during high school. My current religion is definitely listed as “tries not to be an asshole,” which, let me tell you, is a demanding spiritual calling. But really. Are they just guessing based on my last name? Are they triangulating from my high school and university to some sort of hypotenuse of Zionist privilege? It’s freaking me out, man.

I could continue about chosen versus assigned identities and the historical significance of OTHER PEOPLE DECIDING WHO IS JEWISH, but I’m just going to leave it there. I don’t know if this is worse than the relentless weight loss adds (THIS IS WHY YOU’RE FAT), but it is indeed unsettling.



Also, I just had the most incredible movie-going experience of my adult life, and its name was Mamma Mia. Whoever sat in an exec meeting and had the guts to pitch "Meryl Streep making fun of herself for two hours, wearing overalls, accompanied by muscled boys in flippers" should be given a medal. Full disclosure: I only saw the first hour. BECAUSE: the bulb burned out in the movie projector, resulting in a black screen and the blaring soundtrack and, I shit you not, an IMPROMPTU DANCE PARTY / FREESTYLE SESSION until they (very civilly) ushered us out of the theater. I’m pretty sure I’ve never been so thoroughly filled with joy. I’m also pretty sure that movie was the secret feminist triumph of our times, but that’s hard to say without the ending and a significant dose of sobriety on my part. Ask me again tomorrow, ok?

It's that time of year again. You know, the time when the Lord Almighty freed my people from their bondage? And asked us to commemorate that by giving up everything tasty? I'm not biting that whole Passover lure this year, but shh, don't tell my mother. Or my angry old-testament God. I do, however, feel obligated to cook sans-leveaning for the THREE DIFFERENT DINNER PARTIES that I apparently am throwing this week. The springtime gaiety may be getting excessive, but whatever, there is always leftover soup and I'm into that.

I bought this cheese at Whole Foods that is studded with cranberries. It is surprisingly delicious. Food seems to be the only thing I want to talk about right now. Remember that debate last year about whether weed is kosher for Passover? I wish I could remember the final answer.* But the fact that I can't remember probably indicates which way I personally came down on that question.

There might be a girl? Yes, there definitely could be a girl. The world is small and funny. I had a dream about a pile of bacon while sleeping in her bed, do we think that means something? I hope not, bacon is repulsive.

If you have not heard of JayMay, you should look her up, her music is quite charming. That's all I've got, it has to end here before food works its way into this paragraph too.

* I'm pretty sure the answer they came up with was "who fucking cares, it's illegal, don't be an asshole and don't try to use Rabbis to enable."