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.
Okay, I confess, I missed the AIPAC policy conference this week, the first I haven't attended as a reporter in 23 years. But it's okay, I had a note from my editor because I was working on the new Jewish Week Web site, which you're now reading and I hope you're liking.
But you didn't need to be on the floor of the Washington Convention Center to know there's something afoot in the U.S.-ISrael relationship that worries the leaders of mainstream pro-ISrael groups and has given new hope to groups that favor a more robust U.S. peacemaking effort in the region.
Once upon a time, before Tel Aviv filmmakers invented the Israeli thumb-sucking depressive anti-war movie filmed in a cloud of cigarettes, being a liberal in Hollywood meant being more Zionist than the Stern Gang.
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