I rescued a ton of tzimmes although I’m not totally sure why. Also like a pound of haroset, which I love. Also quite a bit of salmon with fruit salsa. Also macaroons. So really not such a bad haul! Sadly no wine though.
And a division of Bain Capital bought Manischewitz, and claim they plan to start marketing traditional Ashkenazi food to non-Ashkenazim, but I’m super skeptical. I mean, in general, most status-marker type foodstuffs that big companies have managed to market to us as virtuous are very minimally-processed foods - like, quinoa or pomegranates or acai berries. Conversely, products like geflite fish and kugel are process-intensive foods, and generally when wealthy people want status-market foodstuffs they buy them from small producers rather than large ones because it seems more “authentic”. So if suddenly Ashkenazi food becomes stylish, it seems more likely that everyone will want to track down that one deli that serves real wholesome organic p’tcha or whatever, rather than buying it from a grocery store. Honestly it seems more likely that Bain Capital is issuing press releases to make the Manischewitz brand seem important and relevant before restructuring it and trying to sell it back off at a premium.
Especially if they result in this many feelings or are this great (or better) at including a variety of different and awesome women in the cast.
And Olivier Mira Armstrong feelings.
And Scar feelings.
And Greed feelings. (GREED FEELINGS?!?)
And I cannot even I am dead I am a puddle of feelings why.
I’m not gonna spoil anything because Vidal is still only on season 2 but OH MY GOODNESS THIS SHOW HOW IS IT THIS GOOD HOW IS IT A THING WHY DO I HAVE SO MANY FEELINGS.
Subject: Re: The Banning of the Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao at West Essex Regional High School
i just got this email. im in japan. sorry for the delay.
im troubled of course by any censorship. but im heartened by you and your peers strong defense of the book and of your right to read art, free from outside interference.
take one passage out of the bible in context and one could argue the book is all about promoting any sort of deviance.
part of the issue is the parents seem to misunderstand the role of art. this happens a lot in society where we have very little arts education. and the reason why this is beyond troubling is that arts education has dwindled every year in the US due to budget cuts and the instrumental market logic that rules education these days. and when there is art taught parents and outside groups are so threatened they attempt to disrupt it. which is a heartbreaker since art’s goal is never to corrupt or demean but to put people in touch with their human selves—being human is not about being perfect or pure—its about being vulnerable and weak and vulgar and yes it also involves sex. but for your argument never forget: art has among its many aspects a transgressive function. it says the thing that a society fears to say, hates to say and wishes no one will say. what people who push censorship are really pushing is to create a silence. they want no questioning of “the way things are” and the reveal a profound mistrust of their youth and of the people who teach them.
but to speak most specifically about the sexual content of the book.
this is a novel that charts that most nightmarish of American traumas: the trauma of rape inflicted on black female bodies as an outcome of the plantation and post-plantation logic of white supremacy. Yunior doesnt describe the DR as a plantation by accident; he’s pointing out to how the DR is not only the basis but the continuation of the forces that forged the Americas—the enslavement and sexual domination of black bodies. a history that so few of us like to touch. a history that exists mostly in silence.
this is a novel that charts the consequences of sexualized colonial violence (the rapeocracy of the plantation and post-plantation) on the colored bodies of entire communities: the women, the men and even children of the survivors. the titular character oscar is the child of a rape survivor but not just any rape survivor—his mother Belicia is explicitly raped inside the plantation regime of trujillo by his agents. flashforward twenty years and one immigration and you have oscar’s body and psyche, like lola’s body and psyche, impacted by this violence and its aftershocks even though neither of them lived it directly. this is called the intergenerational transfer of trauma. oscar and lola are prototypical americans, shaped by a violent history they know very little about. their history is our nation’s history. think about it: is oscar’s problem with girls and the sexual intimacy they represent an outcome of him being fat and a nerd or is it an outcome of the unprocessed history of rape in his family?
put most simply, if a reader cant deal with the book’s sexual content, a reader is definitely going to be unwilling to confront the central problem of colonial sexual violence in the novel. it’s the taboo around talking about sex that helps make the silence around rape so charged, so potent, whether its in our american context or a dominican one. the narrator of the novel yunior is attempting to break all these silences in the book with is language and his descriptions not simply because he wants to push button but because if those silences are left intact the stories of his people, of lola, oscar, belicia, abelard, of our American nations, will never be heard. and the rape power of the plantation will continue to live. to end it we must first speak the words. but to speak the words, to violate the ban against the silence that power demands—to speak Voldemort’s name if you will—requires courage and trust—which young people often have in greater quantities than adults.
i hope this helps. and good luck with this.
So long as I confine my activities to social service and the blind, they compliment me extravagantly, calling me ‘arch priestess of the sightless,’ ‘wonder woman,’ and a ‘modern miracle.’ But when it comes to a discussion of poverty, and I maintain that it is the result of wrong economics—that the industrial system under which we live is at the root of much of the physical deafness and blindness in the world—that is a different matter! It is laudable to give aid to the handicapped. Superficial charities make smooth the way of the prosperous; but to advocate that all human beings should have leisure and comfort, the decencies and refinements of life, is a Utopian dream, and one who seriously contemplates its realization indeed must be deaf, dumb, and blind.