Valentine’s Day doesn’t feel like a day of love. More like a day of being bludgeoned by a papier-mache statue of your smuggest happy-couple friends.
David Beckham is a smoking hot dad. I bet he celebrates Father’s Day.
Forget ties, forget watches, just buy dad whisky so he can drink away all the tsoris you are causing him.
Women should hate a Hallmark holiday that papers over the cracks of our rampantly sexist culture, says Dan Friedman.
First off, you should know that the Omer — or, as it’s more properly known, Sefirat HaOmer, “The Counting Of The Omer” — is a calendar mechanism that takes us from matzo to cheesecake.
I hate Passover and if you, or your community, are enjoying it — you’re doing it wrong.
There is no federal Presidents Day holiday, but Dan Friedman explains why he hates it anyway.
I’ll tell you a secret, I’m pleased about Christmas. That the whole world is willing to celebrate the late September birth of a nice Jewish boy on December 25, I’m kvelling.
Miracle of Lights? Miracle of Fights, more like.