A word to the wise: There is almost never a good “but” that pivots away from the seriousness of anti-Semitism.
Linda Sarsour used the March for Racial Justice to demonize Zionists, perpetuating the exclusion she claims to be fighting in her own community.
I do not identify as a “right-wing Zionist,” nor do I find the leadership of Palestinian women “surprising” or anything less than positive.
It’s been only a few days since James Deen was accused of sexually assaulting several women, including his ex-girlfriend. Emily Shire asks why women seem more interested in discussing why they ever liked Deen than whether or not he is guilty.
Robert Shepyer is working on a new satirical film, ‘Not Another Pretty Face,’ about a woman who accidentally lands her ideal role in Hollywood — one written for a man.
With JEDLAB, a Facebook group aimed at Jewish educators and parents, Ken Gordon and Yechiel Hoffman want to take back Jewish educational reform from ‘crappy conferences.’
Susan Patton, the so-called ‘Princeton mom,’ is classified as a stereotypical Jewish mother. But a real Jewish mom would make sons as well as daughters feel guilty about marriage.
Betches Love This is a site dedicated to young women who are proudly addicted to designer handbags, calorie-free beverages and credit cards. Guess why it irks me so much.
I know I could try to be thoughtful and noble and argue why we should hate reality TV, especially the glossy, melodramatic, and often ethnic stereotype-fueled drama that Bravo is especially good at producing. But I might as well admit at the start of this post on Princesses: Long Island that I devour Bravo reality TV shows. I was watching Real Housewives of New Jersey even before Teresa Giudice famously pushed over a table onto her castmates. I can quote Reza and Asa from Shahs of Sunset verbatim. Watching Patti Stanger shred my love life choices is second on my bucket list only to sharing cosmopolitans with Andy Cohen.
Everyone is talking about me. They’re analyzing my behavior and criticizing my attitude (namely my narcissism). They’re pitying my inability to connect with people in a “real” way. They’re worried about my job prospects and financial future, but they champion my optimism and are in awe of my resiliency. Oh, and by the way, I mean the royal “me” of my generation, the Millennials.