The text I set in front of you is unmistakable in origin. It’s a midrash, and this is one of my favorites.( Read more...Collapse )
Is there a word for the class-oriented version of mansplaining? I feel bad posting a vid like this when there are so many good pieces of Modern Orthodox satire that, I'll say it, restore my hope in our community. I kinda mean that. Sure they to provide only smallest increments of hope, but I'm not gonna deny the feeling. They prove an ability to laugh and the presence of self-awareness. They seem to celebrate and critique at the same time, and the best of them don't compromise on either. And instead of linking any of the entertainment and satisfaction I've enjoyed these past several years from good vids, I post this messed up piece of work. Arguably what we find here is nothing more than a classic town-versus-gown problem. Me, I can't help but think of how class-based values and religious values intertwine, sublimation hard at work in the process, confusing an already tangled mess of moral thinking. Uptown Funk is supposed to be an anthem. It's not the Sugarhill Gang or Michael Jackson or Prince but it references superficial aspects of them to celebrate their celebration of an inner city world filled with life and color. And then comes this bunch of middle-class religious boys dressed up ghetto-eighties style, joking about getting mugged, and favorably concluding with "Hey, you know this neighborhood you call home? It's actually not bad. Nope. How suprising! It's really not that bad!" The MO humor is actually pretty funny, but the arrogance that goes with the territory, its patronizing qualities and cluelessness to boot--especially how they keep going full-speed ahead, remaining so utterly self-assured--it embarrasses me, really.
I do find it incredible that as many people were involved in this project as there had to be, not one thought to autotune that guy's voice to keep it in key. And if that were the only problem, I'd totally live with it.
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The petition for Shalom Rubashkin is second in popularity to legalizing weed. Combine all petitions about decriminalizing cannabis in some way or another and it doesn't come close. It ranks higher than abolishing puppy mills or reinstating Glass-Steagall, or putting an end to the Patriot Act, corporate personhood, and the TSA. So what the hell is the point of a movement like Occupy Wall Street if it's so clear nobody in this country knows what they want?
This vid is so rantworthy I couldn't think straight if I got started.
Free Agents, the US version. The retro wardrobe (pic doesn't do it justice), the corporate cultural setting, the requisite sexual and political tensions that go with that territory, and all that shtick with the business of spin. Which doesn't at all sound like Mad Men.
On the other hand, it is just a non-threatening comedy, taking place in the present day, nothing demanded of the viewer to make him wonder about our own society and where it came from. It replaces all that heavier and scarier stuff with a sometimes Seinfeldesque sense of comedy, but other times it's all about the gag-characters, like that wacky, creepy boss living in his own world, or the lioness of a secretary who'd get fired in a second in real life, or nerdy guy with glasses! Yay for nerdy guy with glasses and his never-failing ability for comic relief! All of which sounds exactly like Mad Men. Or maybe I mean The Office, with a few cookie-cutter typed characters slipped in.
Not everything needs to be Mad Men. I can accept that as easily as I'll slip into a new guilty pleasure.
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The phrase might be considerably more awesome in any other context.
I'm fully aware that the cover also says this is a story of the Schtroumps. And call it weird, but I kinda want this as a poster in my apartment.
First there was this
And this (responding to someone asking why authorship of the plays matters to him as an artist)
Now to me authorship doesn't matter much, but he makes the most genuine argument I've heard for why it matters, and I liked listening to it. Wish to god I could get the complete Richard II BBC broadcast, but at least I know how it ends: