The New York Times published a nice article called The Beggars of Lakewood describing the tzedakah that goes on in Lakewood. I found it to be a nice, honest, portrayal. Being a koillel yungerman myself I did not feel that it was judgmental or derogatory. I even took to Dov Bear to share my opinions. See that august blog for some highbrow Shragi opinions.
But the deluded and paranoid Pinny Lipschutz cannot accept that the NYT would say anything positive about frum people, so he twists himself into lomdishe pretzels trying to portray the article as a negative piece; after all, if the New York Times isn’t bashing frum people, why should anyone buy the Yated? Right?
If you can’t bring yourself to read through his entire 2,000 word rant, I don’t blame you, but that’s what they hired me for, so here are some choice excerpts: [click to continue…]
Remember kids, the Shabbos Project is NOT about kiruv, the organizers said so themselves numerous times in their website. So please keep that in mind as you read these suggestions from Rabbi Klatzko on how to make sure your non-Orthodox Shabbos Project guests don’t realize you’re trying to be mekarev them.
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Is America’s Rabbi parodying himself with this ridiculous reaction to Mikvahgate? Rabbi Shmuley Boteach is a tough act to follow, but in what follows he outdoes himself.
Rabbi Shmuley, despite his pain and shock, takes the time to respond to a professional frum sex counselor who pointed out how Shmuley’s message about what a man “must” do before having sex with his wife may be very unhelpful.
I myself would like the to take the time to point out that there is no gemara that says a man must give his wife an orgasm before having sex with her. The gemara the kosher sex rabbi is probably referencing is the one that says that when a woman becomes pregnant after sex, the gender of the child is determined by which partner “seeded” first – if the woman “seeds” first, she’ll have a boy, but if the man “seeded” first she’ll have a daughter. Yeah, whatever, don’t read 1,500 year-old medical journals.
Find out all the way Rabbi Shmuley makes an ass out of himself at 4torah.com
It’s mid-October in New York City. Autumn lagers and pumpkin spice are in full season as the chilly weather moves its way in. Every day, glimpses of the oncoming winter flash before me as the air turns brisk and the sun sets earlier. It’s the eve of Sukkot and the streets of Flatbush are chock full of young Jewish men headed to Synagogue for evening services. All around me, sukkahs are perched in driveways, balconies, and some kosher restaurants have sukkahs right on the sidewalk of their storefronts. I can feel the holiday setting in just as I always have.
I was raised in an orthodox Jewish home in Brooklyn by my parents who are both educators in the New York City Dept. of Education. My early life pretty much took on the regular mold of young orthodox kids growing up in New York City. Studying at Yeshiva, (religious school) with the intent of following its whole system of practices and social “norms.” Classes were separate for boys and girls from kindergarten all the way through high school. We stayed mostly within our communities for all religious, family, and social engagements. We only knew what was in front us. East Flatbush and trips to Monticello in the summer to vacation in the Catskill Mountains. We didn’t go to many other places. Shopping at Wal-Mart was probably our degree of cultural diversity. It was the only time we really got to see all different kinds of people each pursuing different lifestyles and personal choices. We had one mission: Conform to the sheltered “one size fits all” lifestyle which the rabbis at yeshiva preached, and be married with two kids by the age of twenty six. [click to continue…]
This concerned citizen who knows that the kids at risk crisis of the 90s was only tamed when rebbeim started walking up behind their students and cutting their tchupps off, is concerned that we’re in for another wave of kids at risk. For, just as Yoisef Hatzadik started getting hit on after the Torah applies the term “na’ar” to him, meaning youth, so too, our youth are going to be hit on by hot shiksas and then they’ll end up in jail and won’t be able to wear tefilin. Or something.
From the Flatbush Jewish Journal
H/T Fred MacDowell
Find out more about whether a nazir can wear tefilin at 4torah.com
As soon as the news hit that a prominent Washington D.C. rabbi was arrested on suspicion of installing a video camera in the women’s mikvah dressing room all sorts of cries went up from people on every side of this issue. Of course everyone is on one side or another of this issue; there isn’t anyone who doesn’t have an opinion when there are rabbis and voyeurism involved.
On the one hand, who is Rabbi Barry Freundel? I never saw his picture in the Yated so he’s no gadol.
On the other hand, he’s made many geirim and giyoreses and they must consider him a gadol to feel comfortable in their Jewishness.
On another hand, innocent until proven guilty, right? And if one is under the protection of Agudah then even after being proven guilty one is still innocent, right? So what’s the problem?
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By Shaindy Urman
Marry a man you do not love. Hear about him from your great-aunt Faiga, and then from your great-aunt Shprintza. Nod politely as they gush about his middos. Smile graciously as they rave about his learning. Agree respectfully that he will, indeed, be the next gadol hador.
Concede to their pleas to meet him just once. Put on your Shabbos suit – the navy one, not the black. Blow-dry your hair in front of the mirror. Apply a small amount of pale pink lipstick and some blush. No eye makeup. Slip into your navy 2” heels with the large hideous bow. Walk down the stairs. Groan inwardly when you see him, shifting uncomfortably in the straight back chair.
Smile thinly as you settle across from him at the dining room table. Fight the urge to roll your eyes when he stammers and stutters. Search his face for some sign of life, for a semblance of drive or depth. Find none. Answer his questions with brief one-syllable responses. Breathe a sigh of relief when he gets up to go. [click to continue…]