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April 4, 2012

I can’t be the badly dressed mom at pickup time

Today, I stopped home to change my outfit before picking up my kid from day care.

What, because you never know who might snap a photo as I lure my child into his car seat with the whispered promise of a Grover juice box? No one cares. Except now that I’m a parent, I care deeply about lots of things that are totally meaningless. For example, what I wear when I fetch my kid.

It’s not that I want to impress the other moms, or the woman who runs the place, or her assistant. It’s that on some level, I need to impress them.

Or at least that describes the urgency with which I want to stroll in wearing skinny jeans tucked into high-heeled brown suede boots with a casual but clearly expensive T-shirt.

It was one thing for me to show up places with a guacamole stain on my sleeve when I was only representing myself. Maybe it was even cute, not Zoey Deschanel in a romantic comedy cute, but I like to think it was close. Now that I’m a mom, for some reason it seems important to look important, or at least like I don’t eat in my car and buy accessories at Claire’s.

Yep, get ready, because this is one of those mom moments triggered by one of those daughter moments. Get cozy, it’s blame mom time!

It may not surprise you that keeping up appearances wasn’t exactly a thing to my mom, and bless her heart for being all free-spirited, but her free-spiritedness cost me big time.

My mom wore what she wanted, regardless of the setting. Graduation from Confirmation class at Temple Sherith-Israel, the other moms wore knit separates and wrap dresses, my mom wore something with a batik feel, something Mrs. Roper might have sold at a yard sale after placing it in her “too loud” pile. My mom never shaved her armpits, but always wore sleeveless. Granted, it was San Francisco and the hippie thing was arguably fashionable, but not at Hebrew school.

Part of me wished she would see that, and bend to the obvious notion that all kids want to fit in, and by extension, they would like their parents to blend.

Blending is an important skill I had to teach myself, the way I taught myself table manners and cursive, because counterculture childhoods kind of skip those stops on the growing-up train.

Looks matter. And by that I mean the sideways looks you get when your mom is sporting an exotic beetle-sized amethyst brooch to the dentist’s office.

What never fails to surprise me is the pressure I put on myself not to make a single mistake my mom made.

No epiphany about perfectionism or how shallow wardrobe is as an assessment of a person’s character is going to stop me from being aware of my wardrobe choices from now until I’m dropping my son off at his college dorm room (or visiting him in prison; I don’t want to jinx anything). I can’t hide how deeply I want to do better than my own mother, because I’ll be wearing it.

Ironically, I’ll be wearing wrinkle-free and appropriate clothing as I make a bevy of other untold errors in judgment that my son will go out of his way to avoid when it’s his turn. That’s how it is. We over-correct. In doing so, we make all sorts of other gaffes. There’s a closet full of ways to under-achieve, so grab whatever is on the rack. There’s something to fit everyone.


Teresa Strasser is a Los Angeles Press Club and Emmy Award-winning writer and the author of “Exploiting My Baby: Because It’s Exploiting Me” (Penguin). She blogs at ExploitingMyBaby.com.


Seth Menachem is on paternity leave and will return at the end of April.

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As Milken School prepares for independence, four administrators plan to depart

One year after the plan was first announced, the boards of Milken Community High School and Stephen S. Wise Temple have finalized the terms of the agreement that will sever the ties between the 750-student middle and high school and the large Reform synagogue that established it more than 20 years ago.

The amicable split, which will take effect as planned on July 1, 2012, will proceed in phases. According to Aaron J. Leibovic, the president of Milken’s board, the school will pay just over $20 million to the synagogue over the course of five years. Some of the services that are used jointly by the school and the synagogue will remain in place over the coming year.

“There’s still a lot of things that have to be accomplished,” Leibovic said, “but on July 1 we will have a separate governance moving forward. In the agreement with the temple and the school, the pivotal terms have been reached.”

The transition to becoming a fully independent private school is not the only one Milken is going through this year. In September 2011, Head of School Jason Ablin announced that he would be leaving at the end of the 2011-12 school year. He has since accepted a position as coordinator of curriculum development at Shalhevet High School.

In an e-mail sent to Milken families on March 30, Leibovic announced that Rennie Wrubel, who served as head of Milken for more than 10 years, will come out of retirement to act as interim head of school for the 2012-13 school year. Milken has begun a national search for a permanent head of school.

Milken is also looking to replace Sarah Shulkind, its current middle school principal, who was recently named the new head of school at Sinai Akiba Academy, taking over for Rabbi Laurence Scheindlin, who, after 35 years leading the school, will be retiring at the end of this school year.

In his letter to parents, Leibovic congratulated Shulkind on her hiring, and said that the move by Sinai Akiba, Milken’s second-largest feeder school, was not a surprise. “Over the years, other top administrators have moved into Head of School and other leadership positions in Jewish and independent schools across North America,” Leibovic wrote.

Indeed, two other Milken administrators will also leave the school at the end of the year, both for leadership positions at other independent schools.

Assistant Head of School Jonathan Cassie, who also serves as chair of the social science department at Milken, will become the head of Sewickley Academy Senior School, the oldest independent school in Pittsburgh, Penn.

Lori Strauss, who is currently director of student support services at Milken, will start as the upper-school principal at Wildwood School this fall.

Leibovic said that while the last two years of planning and negotiations had been “tough,” the staff departures were unrelated to Milken’s transition to independence. 

Changes in leadership can be challenging for institutions, but Miriam Prum Hess, a director at BJE, Builders of Jewish Education, who works with Jewish day schools, said that she thought Milken had found a stable, if temporary, leader in Wrubel.

“Dr. Wrubel is a phenomenal educator who is very knowledgeable, having been at the school as the head of school,” Hess said. “I think it will provide tremendous stability during a period of change.”

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Q&A: Making a book out of making himself a man

Joel Stein throws himself into things. I know this personally, because he threw himself into making me eggplant parmesan the week my son was born. He and his lovely wife delivered it personally, with bread and wine, braving the dangers and dog barks of Koreatown to feed two hungry, tired new parents.

I’m not just bragging about my friend cooking for me. This has a point, I swear.

He knew what we were going through, having just had a baby boy, Laszlo, months earlier. Stein, whom you may know as the humor columnist for Time magazine or as a charming talking head from many basic cable countdown shows, can cook. He can do lots of girlie things, like empathize. The question he asked himself when he became the father of a boy was, could he teach this kid to be a man? He wrote “Man Made: A Stupid Quest for Masculinity” (Grand Central Publishing, releasing on May 15: $26.99) to find out for himself. I asked him some questions and pretended I didn’t know the answers.

TERESA STRASSER: Describe your reaction when the doctor pointed out that the smudge on the ultrasound was actually a penis and that you were about to have a son.
JOEL STEIN: I freaked out. I was sure I didn’t care what the gender was, and if pressed, I would have said that I feared I might prefer at boy, but it turns out I hate boys. Which I should have known from having all female friends as a kid. Boys push and yell and want to go in the woods and throw balls and have way too much energy. There was a moment after that first ultrasound penis spotting when the more detailed 3-D ultrasound seemed to indicate our baby was a girl, and then my wife, Cassandra, freaked out about body image and eating disorders and being a bad role model. I felt vindicated. Then, a few weeks later, we saw the damn penis again.
 
TS: Tell me about your quest to confront your own personal sense of wimpiness.
JS: I figured if I could at least learn how to camp, fight, throw a baseball, watch football and shoot a gun, I could do those things with my son if he wanted, and he wouldn’t have to do those things with some coach or friend’s dad. Those guys are always creepy. I didn’t have time to really learn all those things, so — to at least get over my fear — I did some immersion therapy by trying the extreme versions. I did three days of boot camp with a troop at Fort Knox and fired a tank; I went around with UFC Hall of Famer Randy Couture; I got a day trader to give me $100,000 to trade for a day. That last one was kind of Jewish. And the baseball player was Major League Baseball All-Star Shawn Green, also a Jew. And this sergeant I trained with at the Marines turned out to be Jewish. As well as the race-car driving, ex-Navy SEAL, CEO of Patrón who let me work on his pit crew. There are a lot of secret Jews in the world of manliness.
 
TS: Were there any stereotypically “manly” challenges from which you were truly tempted to back out at the last second?
JS: I really dreaded boot camp. I was so freaked out, I didn’t sleep the night before, and three hours into my training, before I did any physical activity — mind you it was hot, and I hadn’t eaten, and I locked my knees — I fainted for the first time in my life. Into the arms of soldiers. I also nearly backed out of the Randy Couture fight, largely because the training the day before, when UFC President Dana White — definitely not a Jew — had me choked out, really messed me up. I couldn’t swallow my own spit that night.
 
TS: How did your cultural background play into your sense of gender identity? Wait, that sounded very graduate thesis. What I mean is: People think of Jewish guys as bookish and non-athletic, which may be totally unfair. What do you make of being more Woody Allen than Sandy Koufax? Do you blame the Jews?
JS: At first I totally blamed the Jews. Since the book is, basically, “A Jew Goes South.” Look at me try to hunt and fish and fight and camp. There is a very Southern Scotch-Irish, rage-fueled, outdoorsman manliness that is the American manliness, compared to a stiff-upper-lip repressed British manliness, for instance. But my dad is very manly. He’s the kind of manly that Larry David has reminded America of. The kind who thrives on confrontation. Al Franken has it. Mamet has it. I don’t have it. But enough Jews — even outside of Chicago and Israel — do, so I can only blame my wimpiness on myself.
 
TS: Your son is almost 3 years old. What is he like these days?
JS: Are you pretending you don’t know my son? Is that some objectivity thing they teach in journalism school?* He’s all man on the outside: He’s obsessed with trains and cars, collects sticks, likes to use tools. But he’s a total wimp. He’s so clingy, my wife calls him a helicopter kid. He cries if I leave the room. Until very recently, he freaked out at toys that light up or make noise. He gets pushed around on the playground and doesn’t push back. He’s definitely my son.
* (Writer’s note: embarrassing)

TS: How did having a son change your relationship with your own father?
JS: I already appreciated so much of what he did — not just his generosity and patience, but also how he made me feel safe enough to take challenges. But writing the book made me realize that he not only accepted but also was proud of me for being so different from him. He didn’t care that I was a wimp. Also, having a son made me realize that previous generations of men — even men in a liberal town in the most liberal period in America — didn’t do a lot of baby taking care of.
 
TS: Of all the “manly” things you tried, did you ever stop and think, “Yes, I totally have a knack for this. I’m a natural.”?
JS: Absolutely not.


Teresa Strasser is a Los Angeles Press Club and Emmy Award-winning writer and the author of “Exploiting My Baby: Because It’s Exploiting Me”( Penguin). She blogs at ExploitingMyBaby.com.

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A New Kosher Market to Serve the Old Club

In time for Passover, in the Mid-City area of Los Angeles, the Fairfax District’s Western Kosher market has opened a second location in the former site of the Kosher Club on Pico Boulevard.

“This is about four times the size of our other store,” new owner David Kagan said. “We have brought in new shelving, refrigerator cabinets and lighting. We’ve repainted and polished the floor,” he added, speaking of the renovations to the former store that had closed in December 2011.

“Mickey [Schwartz] called and said the place was available,” Kagan said, explaining how a call from the building’s owner helped to set Western Kosher’s expansion into motion.

“The former Kosher Club crew was rehired,” former and current manager David Eskenazi said, noting the store has 12 employees. “We have the same great parking,” he added.

On a visit to the revamped location, which is currently stocked with kosher-for-Passover foods and will restock with year-round kosher foods after the holiday, final preparations were in evidence. As a crew fine-tuned a refrigeration system, another group was stocking the shelves with all things unleavened; all while a parking lot full of customers shopped the newly refurbished aisles.

The revamped store, which incorporates softer lighting and a redesigned check-out area, now has sight lines that allow the customer to see down the aisles to the back of store. In place of the former store office, a produce section has been added.

“For our takeout counter, I want to go upscale and bring in a chef,” Kagan said.

Apparently it will have a mix of the old and new, as Kagan indicated that he wants a counter with “gribenes in one corner and quinoa in the other,” he said.

To revive a location that closed due to a lack of customers, Kagan plans on drawing upon his “existing client base, old Kosher Club customers and hopefully some new people,” he added.

Additionally, Eskenazi recalled that the former store also included in its customer base local Seventh-Day Adventists and Muslims.

“Every supermarket and Trader Joe’s carries kosher now,” Kagan said, “We are going for a larger variety, and we will have two butchers for special cuts,” he added.

“We are definitely going to try to be aggressive and competitive with pricing, with quality on our mind,” Kagan said. He figured that “with two stores, we can bring pricing down a bit,” he said.

The building that houses the store, according to Kagan, has a long history with Jewish food. ‘This used to be a slaughterhouse for kosher chickens,” he said, indicating a spot near the store’s center, where the shochet used to stand.

To be consistent with the Fairfax location, the new store’s kashrut will be overseen by Kehilla Kosher.

The store, only open a few days, was already attracting attention from at least one personality in the Los Angeles kosher food industry, Moshe Grawitzky, CEO of It’s Delish, the well-known purveyor of kosher packaged spices, nuts, candy and gift baskets.

“The kosher consumer needs state-of-the-art. David’s put his heart into it,” Grawitzky said. “The community needs to support this.”

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Opinion: Tamara doesn’t want to date a Republican!

Two weeks ago, Jewish Journal blogger Tamara Shayne Kagel wrote a piece titled, “I Don’t Want to Date a Republican!

Apparently, a nightmare of hers has been realized — she has fallen in love with a Republican. One can truly apply the famous Yiddish dictum here: “Man plans and God laughs.”

In addition to the larger question — can a liberal and conservative truly love and have a successful marriage? — Tamara’s piece raises a number of other interesting issues.

She writes that one reason she was sure she would never experience the “terror” of dating a Republican is that “I don’t even know very many Republicans.”

I admire Tamara’s honesty. But given that about half the country votes Republican, this fact is worthy of note.

How would a liberal react to a conservative Christian writing in a Christian journal, “I don’t even know very many Democrats”? Presumably, he or she would assume that this person had led a cloistered and insular life. And they would be right.

But isn’t this also true of many liberal Jews?

I grew up in New York, and I realized at a young age that, for all intents and purposes, I was living in a liberal Jewish ghetto. I rarely met non-Jews and do not recall ever meeting a conservative, Jew or non-Jew (certainly not at Columbia University).

I came to realize how insular New York City was. What really blew my mind was that liberal New Yorkers considered themselves among the most universal, cosmopolitan, worldly and intellectually open people in America.

Yet, these people socialized with, dined with, read, listened to and married people who agreed with them on virtually every significant issue of life. If the archetypical New York Jewish liberal, Woody Allen, had to spend a week alone in a small town in Idaho or Alabama, he would probably feel as if he had traveled in a time machine or been transported to a foreign culture. He would feel much more at home in Oslo or Paris even if he didn’t speak a word of Norwegian or French.

It was one of the revelations of my early life that a Tennessee or Montana conservative was far more familiar with liberals and liberalism than a New York or Los Angeles liberal was with conservatives and conservatism.

That is a major reason the U.S. attorney arguing on behalf of the ObamaCare mandate could not effectively respond to conservative justices’ challenges — liberals don’t bother learning conservative arguments. As Tamara notes: “I grew up knowing very few Republicans and the rare ones I did know got made fun [of] behind their backs, be it children or adults. … [In law school], I rarely interacted with those others [Republicans] who met with our derision.”

The liberal learns from a young age that conservatives and their ideas are not to be taken seriously. Both are worthy only of “derision.”

So, Tamara is in a quandary. She has actually fallen in love with one of those people she learned to deride.

Adding to her cognitive dissonance, this Republican has “a big generous heart.” That must really vex Tamara — aren’t conservatives greedy and far less compassionate than liberals?

For all these reasons, Tamara candidly concedes: “I can’t date a Republican! What was I thinking? What if I have little Republican babies?”

This, too, is worthy of note. For most liberal Jews, intermarriage is not necessarily marriage between a Jew and a non-Jew, but between a liberal and a conservative — even if both are Jews.

I do not disparage this. I have long argued that for most Jews on the left, Judaism is their ethnicity, and leftism is their religion. So, they would understandably view a marriage with a non-leftist in essentially the same way a religious Jew would view a marriage with a non-Jew: as an interfaith marriage.

Tamara is therefore on to something. There is a huge ideological gulf between right and left. Just to cite one example, I would have found it very hard to marry a woman who was passionate about keeping all murderers alive and thought that Israel was therefore immoral in executing Adolf Eichmann.

So I respect Tamara’s skepticism when her boyfriend “keeps saying we can always find common ground.” And she is certainly right when she writes, “I love watching [Mary Matalin and James Carville] but I don’t want to fight like that in my home. I want my home to be a place of tranquility and calm.”

The truth is that, if Tamara marries her Republican boyfriend and continues to believe that it is “always the Republican party that nominates idiots,” it is hard to imagine such a tranquil home. Unless, of course, one of them converts. Which may happen. While single women (and blacks) are the most reliable Democratic voting bloc, married women, especially married women with children, are among the most reliable Republican voters.

I wish them well.


Dennis Prager’s nationally syndicated radio talk show is heard in Los Angeles on KRLA (AM 870) 9 a.m. to noon. His latest project is the Internet-based Prager University (prageru.com).

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Home movies reveal cultural history of SoCal Jews

Home movies have long played an important role in the lives of American Jews. Backyard barbecues, baby namings, bar mitzvahs — few are the events that haven’t been captured on film by the Jewish parent or grandparent. Home movies contain our memories, our inside jokes, our first steps, but for the people behind a new exhibit at the Skirball Cultural Center, they contain something far grander: history.

For Marsha Kinder, the director of USC’s Labyrinth Project, home movies offer a glimpse into the world of our past, both personal and communal. “The idea that you participate in making history, and that history is an ongoing process, that’s what we really hope to emphasize,” said Kinder, sitting in the lobby of the Skirball on a recent Monday morning. 

When Kinder started the Labyrinth Project in 1997, she hoped to use new media and technology to help bring history alive. Among her collaborators was the noted Hungarian filmmaker Péter Forgács, who was known for his use of home movies in his work. Together, they created an exhibition for the Getty in 2002, called “Danube Exodus,” incorporating amateur footage from a captain who helped ferry Jewish refugees down the Danube to the Black Sea in the 1930s.

“We were influenced by Péter in terms of the value of home movies, because that’s what he specializes in,” Kinder said. Fogács’ use of amateur footage intrigued Kinder. If home movies could be used to illuminate the history of European Jews, how could they help shine light on the lives of Jews in California? 

“We actually started talking about and planning this in 2006,” Kinder said of the project that would become “Jewish Homegrown History: Immigration, Identity, and Intermarriage.” “We had a really good board, and any plan we made, we ran it through them.” 

But turning the idea into reality took time. First, there was the problem of getting funding. Once that was accomplished, the real work needed to be done. They needed home movies, and so they advertised. They put notices in The Jewish Journal and other places, asking people to bring their home movies in for a special selection day. “We had it at USC, and we had all the projectors there, and you could just come and show whatever you had,” Kinder said. Some of the movies were good, and some were blurry and boring, but in the end they found the material that became “Homegrown History.”

The main films in the exhibit are projected on three screens, which work in concert to deliver an immersive experience. While one screen displays images from a home movie, another might show a quote from one of the film’s subjects, or an entirely different image from the sequence.  The topics of the films range from intermarriage to growing up in a Hollywood family, to vacationing at Murrieta Hot Springs.

“Increasingly … our generations … we’re relying so much on the visual as a mode of history,” Kinder said. “We’ve been very interested in how we use multimedia and archival materials to dramatize these projects.”

For Kinder, the idea of showing the interaction of Jews and other ethnic minorities in Southern California through home videos was very appealing. Included are home movies from a family that was part Mexican and part Jewish, and a piece on the melting pot of Boyle Heights. “A lot of these films documented the relationship between the Jewish community and other ethnic communities,” Kinder said.

The idea of cross-cultural experience definitely appealed to Skirball director Robert Kirschner. “It speaks to the larger audience that the Skirball engages,” Kirschner said, “because we have for many years now realized that the Jewish story we tell here is also a broader story of the American experience of a pluralistic society, one that values equality and freedom and dignifies the various ethnicities and ancestries and faith communities that make America the flourishing society it is.”

And while Kirschner likes the exhibition’s use of touch screens and interactive media as an interface, he’s also aware that museums are merely catching up to the world at large in that regard. “Tablets and laptops are ubiquitous these days. … I think, for us, it’s the content that’s compelling,” Kirschner said. “The Skirball Cultural Center is all about the American-Jewish experience … because this project speaks so directly to that experience and also grounds it locally … that makes a very obvious and significant connection to our purposes as an institution.”

It all boils down to building a stronger connection between us and our very real, now visible, past, Kinder explained. Like many Jews, she says she regrets never having asked her grandparents more questions. Many of the contributors to the exhibition had never even seen their home movies before bringing them in to USC for the collection day. “That’s the thing; they’re in a box,” hidden away. Now the Labyrinth Project is bringing them into the light.

But the work is far from done. “We hope to add others of these, what we call homegrown movies … for example [from] the Jewish and the Korean community,” said Kinder. “We also haven’t found the Iranian-Jewish home movies.”

More than anything, Kinder hopes people will “walk away with a sense that their own heritage is really important.” And if “Homegrown History” proves anything, it’s that one person’s home movies are another person’s treasure.

“Jewish Homegrown History: Immigration, Identity, and Intermarriage” continues at the Skirball Cultural Center through Sept. 2. “Jewish Homegrown History: Immigration, Identity, and Intermarriage” continues at the Skirball Cultural Center through Sept. 2. For more information about the exhibition, visit www.skirball.org/exhibitions/jewish-homegrown-history.

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Schlossberg, Hurwitz Create a Heartfelt ‘Reunion’ of Raunch

Jon Hurwitz and Hayden Schlossberg, two of the most subversive writer-directors in the realm of the R-rated youth comedy, have been friends since they were in high school together in Randolph, N.J. Their “Harold & Kumar” franchise, which revolves around an Asian-American and an Indian-American odd couple (and to some extent, their Jewish pals, nicknamed “Manny” and “Shevitz”), transcends the stoner genre to become a sharp satire about race and cultural stereotyping. When Shevitz (a k a Goldstein, played by David Krumholtz) converts to Christianity in 2011’s “A Very Harold & Kumar Christmas,” for example, “He’s talking about how amazing it is to be Christian in the most Jewish way you’ve ever heard,” Schlossberg said, laughing with Hurwitz during a recent interview at the Four Seasons Hotel. 

About two years ago, when Schlossberg and Hurwitz, now 33 and 34, respectively, were asked to reboot the “American Pie” franchise with the highly anticipated “American Reunion,” their multicultural options were more limited than in the “Harold & Kumar” films. It’s their first venture into the series originally created by writer Adam Herz and directors Paul and Chris Weitz; this fourth film revisits the libidinous East Great Falls class of 1999, with the culturally Jewish Jim Levenstein (Jason Biggs) and friends, who are probably best remembered for their pact to lose their virginity before graduation. We catch up with Jim, now married to former band-camp geek Michelle (Alyson Hannigan), Jim’s dad (Eugene Levy) and buddies such as the perpetually immature Stifler.

“East Great Falls is not an incredibly diverse town, but that being said, we couldn’t help but get in a couple of Jewish shout-outs,” Hurwitz said. “Coming from the ‘Harold & Kumar’ movies, where we’re constantly making racial or religious jokes, it was tough for us not to constantly do that.”

And so, Jim encourages his widowed father to try JDate, even trimming his bushy eyebrows for his online photo; when Jim asks how his dad and mom kept their sex life alive with small kids, the reply is, “Why do you think you went to Hebrew school three times a week?”

It’s all in the context of how Jim has typically related to his dad over three previous films’ worth of sweet but cringe-worthy moments. (Who can forget Jim’s mortification when Levy walks in on him, in the first movie, getting fresh with a pie?) “There’s a closeness and a certain Jewish awkwardness in their relationship,” Hurwitz said. “They speak in a way that Jews from our world tend to speak, where there is a certain level of banter, arguing, neurosis — and way too much information.”

The 1999 sleeper hit “American Pie” was a revelation to Hurwitz and Schlossberg, who at the time were pleasing their Jewish parents by attending the University of Pennsylvania and the University of Chicago, respectively, while penning a semiautobiographical film, titled “Filthy,” in which the leads “sounded like young people talking about what young people talk about,” Schlossberg said. Hurwitz offered a hint: “Even good Jewish boys think about sex.”

When Hurwitz saw a trailer for “American Pie,” however, his first response was to call Schlossberg and lament, “They made our movie.” “Pie” combined the kind of bawdiness with heart they aspired to in their own writing. “It also connected with Jewish youth because Eugene Levy is the quintessential Jewish father in the sense that he’s not puritanical,” Schlossberg said. “And while they didn’t say Jason’s character was Jewish in the first film, Jews knew it,” Hurwitz added. “Jason’s character, Jim, is trying to be a nice Jewish boy, but he makes himself constantly a shlimazel. Everything bad that can happen to him does; every time he tries to do something, it just goes wrong. And that’s classic Jewish comedy.”

The budding writer-directors saw the movie as many as 100 times, they say, and routinely quoted lines from it, so after their “Harold & Kumar” films became a success, it was only natural that Universal would come to them for “American Reunion.” “We never for a split second thought we wouldn’t get the job,” Hurwitz said. “We knew ‘American Pie’ better than anyone, and we had created a franchise in a similar vein, so if they didn’t hire us, they’d be making a horrible business decision.”

The filmmakers did not attend their own high school reunion, but weddings where old friends congregated — including Hurwitz’s 2007 nuptials — provided some ideas for “American Reunion.” “People were all in different phases of their lives,” Schlossberg said. Some were married, some single, some successful, some frustrated. “We knew, obviously, that Jim and Michelle were married, because we saw them get hitched in ‘American Wedding,’ and we figured they’d now have a kid,” Hurwitz said. “So immediately our minds went to, ‘OK, what are the awkward situations that can emerge when you have a child scampering around the house?’ Since Jim is a guy who is best when he’s sexually frustrated, we asked ourselves what could happen that would be to great comedic effect.” Suffice it to say that fans of the iconic pie scene from the first film will not be disappointed.

One hilarious sequence in “American Reunion” features Jim’s bar mitzvah video, in which we see the notorious prankster Stifler yank off Jim’s tallit, taunting, “I stole your Jewish scarf.”

But while shooting that scene in a church dressed up as a synagogue, the filmmakers were distressed to discover that the crew had failed to procure a tallit. “Props thought it was wardrobe’s responsibility, and wardrobe thought it was props,” Schlossberg said. “We only had a few hours to shoot, and we needed a tallis, obviously, to make the joke work.”

After unsuccessfully trying to stitch napkins together to create the garment, the filmmakers borrowed one of the church’s vestments and embellished it with blue trimmings. “So we had a tallis,” Hurwitz said, “but it was secretly a Catholic scarf.”

“American Reunion” opens April 6.

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Jews navigate ‘Magic City’ of midcentury Miami

Jeffrey Dean Morgan, who plays the Miami Jewish hotel mogul Isaac “Ike” Evans in STARZ’s “Magic City,” set in 1959, recalled scenes in which his character encounters genteel and not-so-genteel anti-Semitism. One takes place at a club that does not normally admit Jews, where his former sister-in-law has insisted they meet on her “turf.” “It’s very white and upper class, and the waiter won’t even acknowledge me,” Morgan (“Grey’s Anatomy”) said in an interview not long before the show’s April 6 premiere.  “And I ask her when the ‘Jew hunt’ will begin.”

Then there’s the sequence in which Ike is attempting to woo a state senator, who is busy ogling the blondes in a beauty pageant that will take place at Ike’s luxurious Miramar Playa hotel. Miss Iceland, in particular, catches his eye as a “Nordic goddess” who will improve the gene pool. “Then he starts in on this ‘You people’ s—-,” Morgan said, “and my own instinct was to jump across the table and put his head through it. But as Ike Evans, I had to be smarter than that. Even though Miami then was very Jewish, Ike’s grown up at a time where at every corner there were people making these kinds of cracks.  So he’ll take care of business first, and get even later.”

Jewish dynamics play a significant role in “Magic City,” a sprawling drama with vast period sets that has already garnered so much buzz that STARZ has picked it up for a second season even before airing the pilot. Spotlighting the charming, self-made Ike and his complexly Jewish family, the plot also involves Cuban refugees fleeing Fidel Castro, the CIA buildup in Miami, Jewish gangsters, Weeki Watchee mermaids, call girls, bubbes, Frank Sinatra and the black entertainers who are allowed to perform at the resorts but not stay in them.

Inspired by the childhood memories of Mitch Glazer, the show’s creator, “Magic City” also highlights Ike’s struggle to keep his family and empire safe while at odds with his dangerous financier, mobster Ben “The Butcher” Diamond (Danny Huston, whose childhood in a Dickensian Orthodox orphanage has helped create a monster).

Ike’s father is the Russian Jew Arthur Evans, a communist and former union organizer who refuses to set foot in a synagogue, even for his granddaughter’s bat mitzvah. Meanwhile, Ike’s second wife, Vera (former Bond girl Olga Kurylenko), a refugee who lost all her Romany relatives in the Holocaust, desperately wants to feel connected to her new family by converting to Judaism. “I went to bed with Rita Hayworth, and woke up with Golda Meir,” says Ike, who is puzzled and a bit uncomfortable with her preoccupation.

“Ike is Jewish to the bone, but in a social, cultural way, and in the kind of human way he relates to the world — the mensch in him,” Glazer, 59, said recently, while eating a bagel and cream cheese in his Hollywood office, with Sinatra playing on the radio and books and postcards of old Miami gracing the room. “Being Jewish doesn’t absolutely define him, until the outside world — the Miami WASP establishment — reminds him.”

Glazer’s show is the latest series to focus on the glamorous Rat Pack era of the late 1950s and ’60s, including the “Playboy Club” and “Pan Am,” as well as AMC’s critically acclaimed “Mad Men.” While the comparison to the Emmy-winning “Mad Men” has been inevitable, Glazer says the similarities lie mainly in their aesthetic. He points out that he sold the pilot to CBS seven years ago, though the show went nowhere at the time: “I’ve been collecting stories about Miami almost all my life, because they’ve always seemed so powerful and cinematic,” he said. “Doing something about this place and time has always been a part of me.

“My father, Len, was the electric engineer who worked with the great Miami modern architect Morris Lapidus — Uncle Morrie in my house,” Glazer continued. “My dad designed the lighting for all the great hotels of the day — the Fontainebleau, the Eden Roc and the Deauville — and my memories of those hotels is profound. I almost grew up in them. Their function was to astound — to blow people’s minds. There was just acres of marble and terrazzo, and in the show I’ve tried to capture my 7-year-old’s amazement at that world.”

Many of the show’s anecdotes come from Glazer’s childhood recollections, his work as a cabana boy at the Deauville or stories he’s heard from old timers. Like the fictional Arthur, Glazer’s grandfather was an atheist who refused to set foot in a synagogue, and the young Mitch, like Ike, did not become a bar mitzvah. He did, however, march in civil rights demonstrations with his liberal parents; concentration camp survivors elbowed him out of the way at Thrifty’s grocery; and mobster Meyer Lansky glowered into his brisket at Wolfie’s deli, where the waitresses told Glazer and his friends to keep it down lest they disturb the elderly gangster. The hotel lobbies were kept freezing so the women could wear their furs, and, once, Glazer discovered a friend’s brother hastily packing his bags after unwittingly picking up a woman at one of the hotels who turned out to be the wife of a gangster named “Trigger Mike.”

Glazer set the show in 1959 because it was a powder-keg year for Miami: Cuban refugees, CIA operatives and gun molls mingled with tourists in lounges with names like the Boom Boom Room. “It was like ‘Casablanca’ on the Atlantic,” he said.

During his copious research, Glazer not only read everything he could on the era, but also interviewed hoteliers and even a Miami rabbi who advised him on how Vera’s conversion might unfold.

One major conflict in the Evans family involves the bat mitzvah of Ike’s daughter, Lauren. Arthur virulently opposes it, while Vera proclaims Ike “the worst Jew in the world” for considering serving treif at the reception. His tongue-in-cheek reply is that, actually, his father is the worst Jew in the world.

Some months ago, Glazer brought his own elderly father, then in a wheelchair, to the Miramar Playa set in Florida and showed him the grand chandelier in the fictional hotel’s lobby. “I wheeled him right under it and said, ‘Do you remember that?’ and his eyes welled up,” Glazer recalled. Coincidentally, the set designers had bought the same fixture that the elder Glazer had assembled in Cuba and installed in the Eden Roc in the 1950s. 

“Now, more than 50 years later, it’s hanging in the Miramar Playa,” Glazer said. “And my father looked at me and said, ‘Mitch, you’ve built a hotel.’ ”

“Magic City” premieres on STARZ April 6 at 10 p.m.

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‘Baseball Fantography’ hits It out of the park

The snapshot of famed circus clown Emmett Kelly offers a window into the Dodgers’ more colorful past.

The picture of the former Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailey icon was taken at Ebbets Field during his brief, and largely forgotten, stint as the team’s mascot in Brooklyn. Kelly — clad in a tattered suit, wearing a hat that had seen better days and holding a head of lettuce that would serve as lunch — looks longingly into a camera near the third-base dugout. In the background are the mostly filled, first-base seats stacked above each other in a decrepit but beloved ballpark that would be torn down just a few years later.

To Lew Lipset, who lived and died with the Dodgers while a kid growing up in Flatbush, the photo is a reminder of his childhood.

“I was born in Brooklyn,” the 70-year-old recalled. “My father took me to my first Dodger game in 1951 at Ebbets Field. “After a while, I started bringing a camera with me. Before you know it, I was taking pictures of anything I could.”

Several of those pictures were among the more than 7,500 that baseball fans from around the country submitted to Andy Strasberg, a Jewish kid from New York who grew up to become an executive with the San Diego Padres and whose new book, “Baseball Fantography” (Harry N. Abrams: $19.95), includes 300 of the images taken with everything from Kodak Instamatics to Canon Power Shots.

“There are a lot of fans who are passionate about the game who decided to take a camera to the ballpark and record their experience,” said Strasberg, whose idol as a kid was Roger Maris and who now runs his own marketing firm. “The fascinating thing to find is what was important to them. The results are amazing.”

Said Lipset, who now lives in Scottsdale, Ariz., and who gave up on the Dodgers when they let Steve Garvey head to San Diego as a free agent:

“It’s a wonderful idea. There are so many people who go to the ballpark with cameras. Why not capture their memories?”

So why did Strasberg include the picture of Kelly in his book?

“The Brooklyn bum is iconic in baseball lore, and I don’t think many people know that for a couple of years Kelly was hired to be the real-life bum for the Dodgers,” Strasberg said.

The Dodgers and Angels are well represented in the collection of fan photographs.

Among the pictures is a shot of Sandy Koufax posing in a Brooklyn Dodgers uniform during batting practice at Ebbets Field, and an image of a nearly empty Dodger Stadium when the Los Angeles Angels of Anaheim were hosting the Detroit Tigers on July 19, 1962.

Not all the photos were taken at a ballpark. Jack and Susie Nopal submitted one that captures a view of Duke Snider’s old bowling alley in the northern San Diego County town of Fallbrook; Debbie Chou provided an image of a Babe Ruth float at the 1949 Tournament of Roses Parade in Pasadena; and Hans Osterhoudt of Cooperstown, N.Y., took a picture of Major League Baseball’s greatest Jewish slugger, Hank Greenberg, as he strolled — in a well-tailored suit — toward the opening of baseball’s Hall of Fame in 1939.

What was important to Peter Wagner of Pittsburgh was getting a picture of right fielder Roberto Clemente glancing up at the camera while signing autographs at Forbes Field in 1957. For Strasberg, it’s one of him posing at the edge of the right-field seats at Yankee Stadium in 1966, the arm of a “gangly teen in thick-rimmed glasses” around the shoulder of the former American League MVP, home plate some 370 feet behind them.

For Jan Brooks of San Diego, it was Roseanne Barr “singing” the national anthem.

Her picture is one of the more interesting ones in the book.

The Budweiser and Toyota advertisements splashed across the centerfield scoreboard dominate the image. But a closer look at the photograph reveals Barr on the video screen singing — some would say butchering – “The Star-Spangled Banner” on July 25, 1990, at what was then called San Diego Stadium.

It was an infamous performance, a performance vilified across the country, a performance then-President George H.W. Bush called “disgraceful.”

“She started off pretty decent, but somewhere along the way, she kind of lost it,” Brooks said. “I thought it would be a good idea to take a picture of her. That was the best picture I could get.”

Brooks said she was in a club box with some co-workers from Naval Ocean Systems Center. “I thought it was pretty funny,” she said. “The other fellows in the box were not too happy.”

Strasberg said he established but two rules while collecting the pictures: No photos of players in action, and no shots from professional photographers.

The biggest challenge in putting the book together, Strasberg said, was organizing the pictures. Stumped on how to arrange the shots, Strasberg turned to a friend.

“He said, ‘Step back, look at all the photographs, and the themes will become apparent.’ ”

The result? Chapters on everything from mascots (such as the San Diego Chicken) to moonlighting (including players working at other occupations in the off season).

Some of the more memorable snapshots focus on children. In one especially poignant picture, a young Andy Weiner is holding Mickey Mantle’s jersey in the Yankees’ locker room at the House That Ruth Built. “It was an incredible Yankees moment that I’ll never forget,” he wrote in the book.

Fans’ incredible moments are what the book is all about.

Howard Frank of San Diego submitted a picture taken of him when he was a kid shaking hands with his boyhood idol, Ernie (Let’s Play Two!) Banks, at a 1957 B’nai B’rith event in Chicago.

“That was my hero, and that was the first picture I was able to take with not only a major leaguer, but someone I idolized. It showed him to be a person, not someone who acted like he was on a pedestal.”

Strasberg’s book, Frank said, “illustrates the beauty of baseball and how it has a special meaning to everyone, I think more so than any other sport.”

Kerry Tucker submitted a picture of his then 5-year-old daughter, Blake, at a Padres spring training camp in 1985. The girl with blond braids is clutching a pen in her right hand, a Padres program in her left. She’s looking up pleadingly at San Diego relief ace Rich “Goose” Gossage, but all that can be seen of the future Hall of Fame pitcher in this picture are the pinstripes on his pants.

The caption? “Goose legs.”

“It’s just an awesome picture,” said Tucker, who has the same shot from that 1985 spring training moment hanging from his office wall at Nuffer, Smith, Tucker Public Relations in San Diego. “Just look at her looking at that player. She probably doesn’t even know who he is, but she’s in awe.”

Added his daughter, now 31: “That photo embodies my childhood. Going to spring training was something we did every year. I might be one of the few people around who would say that [former Padres spring training headquarters] Yuma is probably one of my favorite places on Earth.”


David Ogul, a lifelong Dodgers fan, is a freelance writer based in San Diego.

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An Interesting Change

Yesterday a” title=”Public Religion Research Institute” target=”_blank”> Public Religion Research Institute in Washington, D C which appears to be a legitimate survey research operation.

The headline making” title=”2003 study ” target=”_blank”>2003 study by the American Jewish Committee found that approximately 66 percent of those surveyed termed anti-Semitism “somewhat of a problem” an additional 29 percent said it is a “very serious problem.” That is, 95% of those surveyed saw anti-Semitism as a matter of concern.

That is in striking contrast to this poll where anti-Semitism doesn’t even make the cut-off for the top five concerns. I have a query pending at the pollsters who conducted this survey to determine whether they chose simply not to probe the issue or if they had a reason, such as non-salience, for why it wasn’t included in their polling instrument.

They polled a significant proportion of younger folks (40% of those surveyed were under 45 years old) which may help explain the seemingly anomalous results.

In the meantime, it’s worth the time to look at the An Interesting Change Read More »