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Thu 16 Jul 2009

New Discoveries…

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I'm totally loving this hamsa necklace by Israeli artist Seeka. Protection + sweet style = much lovelier than chicken swinging...Not that I'm superstitious, but I'll take all the help I can get these days. They're carried locally (and affordably!) by Chroma Gallery on Barnard Street, and it's always an awesome surprise to see Judaica for sale in downtown Savannah amongst the kitsch and candy. And here's a shout-out to my homegirl Steph for turning me on to another new favorite thing: The Red Box is a network of vending machines for DVDs - cheap, easy and always open! Hollywood Video and their "deals" can kiss my tuchus! We rented "Defiance" outside Walgreen's last night - the Bielski Brothers' tale of Nazi resistance in the Belarussian forest haunted my dreams last night. Made me wonder if EYM and I should shore up our survival skills so we could move all the JEA Yentas out to the swamps of Wassaw Island if there ever came a reason...

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Wed 12 Nov 2008

LDS “Do-Gooders”: Please F*%k Off

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The Mormon Church's practice of "baptizing" the names of Jews killed in the Holocaust first came to my attention in 2005 and really, I've tried to be diplomatic about it. These folks think it's a good thing to "save" the deceased so they can hang in the holy afterworld, but rather than keeping to their own dead relatives, they thought it'd be fun to invite everyone to the Mormon afterparty. Supposedly LDS leaders ordered a "cease and desist" of this unbelievably retarded, disrespectful and yes, blasphemous nonsense. Yet still, it continues:

Since 2005, ongoing monitoring of the database by an independent Salt Lake City-based researcher shows both resubmissions and new entries of names of Dutch, Greek, Polish and Italian Jews. The researcher Helen Radkey, who has done contract work for the Holocaust group, said her research suggests that lists of Holocaust victims obtained from camp and government records are being dumped into the database. She said she has seen and recorded a sampling of several thousand entries that indicate Mormon religious rites, including baptisms, had been conducted for these Holocaust victims, some as recently as July.

Ernest Michel, honorary chairman of the American Gathering of Holocaust Survivors, held a press conference on Monday that ran in dozens of news outlets, but none of those might say it as plainly as I'm gonna say it now: Hey Mormons: Our dead relatives don't need your stinkin' Jesus. They don't want to play basketball or braid each other's hair or sit around and drink caffiene-free Coke with you in Heaven. God loves us Jews no matter what (check your Pentecost!) so you can keep your "good intentions" to yourselves. Got it, beeotches? T-Shirt available here.

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Wed 3 Sep 2008

Oh No They Di’int

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Y'all already know how I feel about Crocs. And there are plenty more like me, in spite of their hideous ubiquity. In fact, the I Hate Crocs blog is my new favorite home. But now the Croc lovers have gone and made it personal. This is the "Kroc Kippah," which someone at PopJudaica.com thinks is amusing enough to sell. Maybe you think it's amusing enough to buy. But if you're wearing it and sitting in front of me at synagogue, so help me I WILL snatch it off your head and fling it like a cold latke from hell onto the bima. Consider yourself warned. Tip thanks to Meredith at ModernJewishMom with my sincerest apologies, because she likes it.

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Mon 16 Jun 2008

Chozzerai of the Week: Falafel Coins Not Included

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I'm thinking about all the smaller chozzerai I could stuff into this adorable pita purse: My iPod and some lunch money, an extra pair of socks and a small notebook, a Tupperware container of babaganoush made from the dozens of eggplants El Yenta Man's got growing in the "backyarden" (that's Little Yenta-ese for the fertile plot of land behind our house.) Come to think of it, if I threw in some of the other happy veggies, I'd have a pita pocket full of purple peppers. $18 at ModernTribe.com.

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Wed 4 Jun 2008

T-Shirt of the Week: Dibs On Thy Neighbor’s Lawnmower

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A little something for all the sinners from Thorn Busch. Although already versed in New Testament scripture from my Mormon neighbors, I didn't hear about the Rapture (that special moment when Jesus comes back with lollipops to take away all the believers in a big balloon) until my parents sent me to a non-denominational summer camp in Pinetop, Arizona. One night after the fire circle, we 8 year-olds we sitting around our bunk telling scary stories. Ashley Winter, not to be outdone by my one-armed hatchet man-hiding-in-the-bathroom tale, informed all of us that while the gays, Jews and Satan-worshippers were going straight to hell, she and the rest of the good Christians were going to fly up to Heaven. There will be no warning, intoned blond Ashley of the ski-sloped nose. Everyone will just be *poof*! gone. The next morning I woke at dawn. It was eerily silent, no breathing or snoring sounds (in spite of the Gidget-y perfectness Ashley's nose, it was not so efficient in the exhalation department.) I looked over at the next bed, which appeared to be only a pile of covers. I sat up and surveyed the room in the shadowy light. All the beds were empty! Jesus had come in the middle of the night and taken everyone but the little Jewish girl with the potty mouth! Looking back, I should have been pretty happy because it meant I could get to the showers first and have at least five minutes of hot water, but instead I started screaming. Suddenly, the sleeping bags came alive, which I mistook for the heathen-eating demons Ashley described in great detail. My counselors placated me with hot chocolate and told Ashley to keep her beliefs to herself, but I was psychically scarred, people. My folks decided to send me to Jewish camp after that.

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Thu 15 May 2008

Schmata of the Week: Outta My Way, Schmuck

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Wish I'd been sporting this on the way to work, when the methhead in the Chevy Impala yarming into her pay-in-advance cell phone decided one lane was not enough for her and that weaving in between two or three was the fastest way to her destination. Without it, I had to resort to my trusty middle finger. From Kosher Kafe. It also comes in a thong version, which changes the context considerably.

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Tue 25 Mar 2008

T-Shirt of the Week: Oy, This Metal Is Heavy

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The superfabulous Jewess congregated a Purim posse (good heavens, that sounds kinda obscene!) of other hot Jewish mamas last week to form the coolest fake band this side of Spinal Tap:

Formed especially for Purim, the non-instrument-playing, women-only rock band IRON MAIDELACH!!! took the Lower East Side by storm Thursday night with their debut performappearance at the Stanton Street Shul�s women-only reading of Megillat Esther. Armed with more spunk than actual musical talent, the women of Iron Maidelach made quite a splash. �I wish they would stop singing, and just sit there and look pretty,� said one onlooker.

The Jewess wants to make very clear that Iron Maidelach is not an actual band (though I bet there was some tushy-kickin' air guitar happening during the Megillah reading) - it's more of a "state of mind" that makes my Drag King Haman costume look way lame. But the shirts are for real, yo! Buy one - all proceeds go to the Stanton Street shul.

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Tue 5 Feb 2008

Kitsch Like You’ve Never Seen It Before

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How has this gem of a book eluded me until now? It was released in 2002 and I ogled over it for so long at a friend's house last week that she let me take it home. Sisters Jennifer and Victoria Traig, who created the fabulousness that is Judaikitsch: Tchotchkes, Schmattes & Nosherei, are brilliant, funny balabustas. I know Jennifer's name from her more recent book, Devil in the Details, about her obsessive-compulsive tendencies, which explains the painstaking glue job on the "Neil Sedaka Box". From the publisher:

What would happen if Martha Stewart were abducted by a tribe of trailer park rabbis? Judaikitsch! Filled to the brim with crafts, collectibles, and creative cooking, here�s the ultimate guide to a funky, festive Jewish lifestyle.

Or, as I like to call it, next year's kindergarten Shalom School curriculum.

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Wed 9 Jan 2008

Chozzerai of the Week: Mmm, Your Breath Smells Like Lox

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I know at least one single Jewish dude who will be tempted to use this on the passel of shiksa gelt-diggers trying to land him. Dude, the hot blonde might be a lawyer, but even if this minty fresh spray came with a Yiddish dictionary, it ain't gonna fool your mama. From PopJudaica.com, formerly known as Chosen Couture.

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