In these scandalous times, is there anything left to say about sex?
TV offers us All-Monica all the time. The globally accessible Internet offers its own virtual red-light district. Surrounded by wall-to-wall visuals and 24-hour media blather, we\’re inundated with sexual information. Ultimately, inevitably, it has become boring, degenerating into vaguely provocative background noise.
Everyone knows that California is earthquake country, but somehow you\’re never fully prepared. Take the Los Angeles chapter of the American Jewish Congress. It has been dislocated by two separate quakes recently. It survived the first one. The second was devastating.
When Diane Arieff turned in her cover story on the best-selling \”Kosher Sex,\” I smiled with unquestioned approval. After all, opening doors and windows for Jews of all persuasions — observant as well as secular — seemed healthy and desirable.
That squeak audible over Washington this week was the sound of the pro-Israel lobby turning on a dime.\nStung by criticism by some Labor leaders of a longstanding pro-Likud tilt, the American Israel Public Affairs Committee (AIPAC), began a quick readjustment at this week\’s annual policy conference in Washington.
t may be the worst of times for Christian right groups — which could be good news for Jewish leaders.
I despise \’Schindler\’s List\’ because it ends on a redemptive note, and I don\’t see the slightest bit of redemption in the Shoah…There\’s all this nonsense out there about healing, but I don\’t want to heal anything. I want to rip open the stitches. I want readers to bleed.\”\nDon\’t get author Melvin Jules Bukiet started about the cliché of the sad-eyed Holocaust survivor.
Sharon Ann Dror, born deaf, didn\’t enjoy seders with her hearing family while growing up in a traditional Jewish home in Santa Monica. She could read lips, but she couldn\’t see peoples\’ faces as they read from behind their Haggadot. &\’009;
Until the last couple of weeks, the best thing one could say about Ehud Barak\’s campaign for prime minister was that it couldn\’t get any worse.
In 1988, Jane Yolen\’s young-adult novel, \”The Devil\’s Arithmetic,\” was published to rave reviews and international acclaim.
Gotham City had its Catwoman. Now Jerusalem has one of its own.
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