I have been a bad Yenta, leaving y’all hanging last week. And my excuse stinks worse than the turkey leftovers I just threw out this afternoon: Yes, I’ve been busy; all the editors at skirt! have been commanded to write blogs now, and perhaps you might be interested in mine, if you like Savannah and shopping and well, me. I’ve also been devoting a ridiculous amount of time to procuring a dollhouse for Little Yenta Girl that doesn’t contain lead paint OR challenge El Yenta Man’s assembly skills to the point of irascible swearing. But the real reason I didn’t post last week has to do with how apathetic I’m feeling rather apathetic towards Jewish news.
I mean Annapolis? Yawn. Israel makes an effort, the Saudis act like douchebags, George Bush gets his photo op (oh, I have never longed to punch the smirk off a punim as I have this country’s king of mediocrity and shameless capitalism!) and everyone expects the Jews to give it up. I’m leaving it to bloggers much smarter and better read than me like themiddle at Jewlicious and Schvach to sort out the details. Just let me know when everyone starts playing nice for real.
I’ve been devoting a bit of brain to Abe Foxman’s Turkish ass-kissing about the Armenian genocide thanks to the disturbing piece in American Jewish Life (it’s not online yet; but I’ve got the new issue because I’ve been shlepping copies all over town for those people out of the goodness of my heart.) Foxy Abe‘s doing a schmucky little political dance that I frankly find unattractive, and you know how depressing it can be when you witness your crush acting like a weenie.
But even though the interwebs have held nothing exciting as of late, actual life brims with the buzz of upcoming holidays and jelly donuts. I can’t believe that for the first time in my life on the Jewish fringe – in a small city in the South, for Obadiah’s sake – I have more Chanukah celebratory opportunities – having people over to our home, invitations to others’, synagogue parties, latke luaus (okay I made that up, but doesn’t it sound fun?) – than there are nights. That’s one heckuva blessing.