Welcome to the first ever Nachas* Week at Yo, Yenta! Over the past few months so many worthy folks have sent me their books and music to mention here, and even though I do my best to read and listen to them all, I’ve fallen far behind in my wish to spotlight Jewish talent. (Not quite as far as I’ve fallen behind on the laundry, but let’s not go there.)
Sure, we could debate the authenticity of the Jesus tomb (I’ll have to abstain I fell asleep after the first hour of the Discovery special last night) or reminisce over the Purim festivities (speaking of sheppin’ nachas, El Yenta Man was resplendent once again as the Queen, garnering a delighted reception at both the Reform and Orthodox shuls, although he did catch a bit of flak from a politically-correct maven for wearing his bubbe’s fur coat) or dicker over more Britney-bashing from Rabbi Shmuley (he says cheerleading is a misogynistic evil and should be banned yay or nay?). But Passover’s coming and with it spring cleaning, so I’m starting with the 20-inch diameter cocktail table I call a desk.
*Right, that’s nachas, not nachos, although doesn’t a big plate sound good right now? Nachas means taking pride in someone, as in we’re shepping nachas for the Jewish people. But apparently it does have a kinda obscene Spanish translation.