Much has already been made of the social media posting habits of William Daroff. Whether on Twitter or Facebook, the well-connected director of the Washington Office of The Jewish Federations of North America (and its VP for Public Policy) isn't afraid to go public with his whereabouts, upcoming speaking engagements, or even his drinking buddies.
Outside the SuperDeal in Talpiyot I fumbled to lock my cart and retrieve my five shekel piece when a very cute guy appeared. "Do you want my cart?" I asked, confused because there was a whole fleet of empty carts that he could have taken instead of waiting for mine.
"What do you think?" he asked. "Am I standing here for my health?”
“Or am I here because I think you're pretty?"
"Maybe," I said.
"You're right!" he said, handing me my five shekels and taking my cart.
There's a new poll of American Jewish public opinion by J Street, and I'm just going to take a wild guess and say Jewish Republicans and mainstream pro-Israel groups are going to dismiss the whole thing as propaganda because it's done by...well, J Street, the pro-peace process lobby and political action group that everybody else loves to hate (see the J Street results here).
Years ago I had this therapist who loved a certain gas station analogy. It went something like this: You keep going to this one gas station and they never have any gas. So why do you persist, trying to get gas out of an empty pump, when just across the street you could fill up your whole tank?
I thought of this after I made the mistake of calling a guy I used to date who consistently stomped on my heart. In other words, he had no gas for me, and yet, I kept trying to filler up. “How are things going?” I asked, after a hiatus of eight months.
By the time I got to the wine tasting in the Jerusalem Botanic Garden, it was way past dinner time and I was one cranky ladybug - which I didn't even try to hide from my new friends, a Canadian woman and a British man. "I'm going to check out the offerings," I grumbled over my shoulder, leaving them in the dust as they poured over the map to see which booths carried kosher wine.
In Joseph Reyes’ ongoing crusade to turn his ugly divorce battle into a broader cultural war, he and his lawyer are now depicting him as the persecuted dad who (because of his estranged Jewish wife Rebecca Shapiro Reyes) can’t take his daughter to church on Easter, the holiest day on the Christian calendar.