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When I first started this blog, I simply was looking for a way to express myself, perhaps find a few readers or cause a laugh now and again. As time went on it became important to me to convey my feelings as I underwent a transformation from a religious teen, to a rationally thinking young adult. It was at that point, perhaps after I wrote the post Get With the Program in the summer of 2010, that I began to feel a need to explain my viewpoint. At that point I’d gone from someone confused about what means something to them, to someone who knows what doesn’t and what does. In any argument, the idea is always to convince others of your viewpoint, not to prove them wrong.

We don’t care about his viewpoint, only that he care about ours. I noticed at some point that whenever I spoke to someone religious about religion, unlike that of a typical argument, I’d walk away frustrated. I felt that I was talking to someone, who instead of believing he was right but respecting that I believed in my argument as strongly as he believed in his, I instead felt belittled for my beliefs. Many blog posts after followed, in which I spoke about the normal life, and tried to convey in a broad sense that the life I chose to live was normal, very much fulfilling and in no means foolish.

“And here I begin to feel irrationally angry with her. I believe YU is a vital organ of the Orthodox Jewish community and to publish such a guilt-ridden, neurotic article in one of their publications perpetuates a toxic culture for the whole of it. It’s irresponsible. When she writes about her shame and YU students respond in kind, I see it becoming that much harder for me, and others who have chosen a path other than that of Orthodox Judaism, to be taken seriously in our choices, to be thought of as mature adults making decisions based on well-thought out ideological differences, and thus, it makes it harder for us to maintain healthy relationships with our families and friends, because they think we’re on some kind of Rumspringa-style bender and need to be brought back into the fold.

So I want to make this clear to you, brothers and sisters (in the college-student-camaraderie sense, at the very least) – this is not what it means to leave Orthodox Judaism. This is what happens when we perpetually shut down discussions about alternative paths and alternative lifestyles. We are forced to communicate in these tragic half-truths in anonymous posts. I have lost friends because of my choices and I don’t believe that had to happen. It leaves a terrible taste in my mouth about the Orthodox world that I do not want to be there. Though I experienced some closed mindedness in my Orthodox upbringing, I have no illusions that those kinds of people are exclusive to Orthodox Jewry. I do believe they are not the majority there. I believe that the people who showed me friendship, love, and acceptance all my life did so not because I was a Jew, but because they were good people, good friends, and so was I.”

This article was a response to the original article published in The Beacon, YU’s newpaper, which made waves in the Jewish community. I felt that noone quite expressed so succinctly the ideas and feelings I had in regards to the misunderstanding between myself and many religious people.

I showed someone, a religious relative of mine from LA, and the response was something between a murmur of acknowledgement that the above excerpt isn’t foolish, I disagree with what you’ve showed me. When confronted with something so blatantly saying what they feel, and a perfect response to how we feel as mature adults, what else is there to say? And so I thank the writer of that article, whoever she may be, for enlightening others, and helping clarify myself.


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I had a dream last night that I was at work, but it was during the Holocaust and the Nazis were roaming. It may have had something to do with the fact that I had just watched a  mobster movie where every guy seemed to be getting shot and killed. Put me in the “look over your shoulder” mindset. At least in my dreams.

The night before that I had a dream that I had far less money than I needed because my cell phone provider decided to charge me 8 times what I really owed them. Eerily similar to my real life…

What the dream with the Nazis made me realize, however, is how good my life really is. Sure, between school, work, hobbies and other important pursuits life can be hectic. Money is always tight and I still don’t have my own apartment. But my life isn’t hanging by a thread. No one is out to shoot me (as far as I know). I smiply don’t have to look over my shoulder and worry that the guy behind me will send me flying into a permanent darkness. I won’t have to go to hell just yet…

Now what can happen is twofold. Firstly, the memory of that real heart pounding dream will probably fade before lunchtime, if not already beginning to.

The other thing that can, and does happen,  is that on some level we internalize lessons we learn, but then set a base line at which we live. We think about our lives in terms of the real and imminently likely. We don’t think about things that aren’t on the horizon.

Think back to the last time your wife made you dinner. She possibly made you some mixed greens and dehydrated wheat bread. It almost certainly wasn’t what you wanted to eat, and likely didn’t fill you up. Which of the following went through your mind?

A) “That dinner was absolutely horrible, I gotta go get some real grub”.


B) “This dinner my wife just made was fit for an anorexic 12 year old girl, but all things considered it was great, because there was no Cyanide mixed in.”

I’d venture to say you thought the former. We don’t take into consideration that which we don’t expect. We form our opinions about ourselves, our lives and the things around us in terms of the expected. Perhaps that’s a problem in and of itself but until that changes…perhaps my life does suck?

People ask me why I’m training to be an actor. “Why am I interested?” is the question I get most often. The answer is simple. I like acting. I like having to get into an emotional state of mind that the lines call me to. I feel free from the constraints of the problems and issues I face in my own daily life while I throw myself into the mind of my character. And at the end I feel exhilarated, exhausted and happy.

But there are other reasons too. Firstly, its a way to incorporate a lifestyle into a career. Too many people I know are so caught up in making that last dollar, removing the last violation on their property, closing another deal, negotiating another contract, trading another stock, that they don’t have time to live.

For those who enjoy that, it’s a whole other ballpark. But many in those fields are in it just for the money. Somehow to be an actor opens up a world of other possibilities. There’s acting itself, which isn’t looked at like a chore by ANYONE in the business, otherwise they wouldn’t have chosen it. Then there’s also the events surrounding the profession. Obviously each stage of ones career has its own events, but even for a group of actors writing their own plays and producing them off-off Broadway, as I had a few friends do, there’s the promotion events, celebrations thrown by friends and family at every step of the way, post production parties. The list goes on. Just meeting up for dinner with a few actor friends and talking about possibilities for their next venture, or opportunities they haven’t yet employed as far as making connections or getting their name out there all become social events necessary to survive as an actor. Obviously as one advances, and begins acting for major networks, or moves past no-budget films, there are the screenings, premieres and the like. Similar in a way to someone raising investment capital who is always meeting others for business purposes, but unless the person doing business enjoys his profession, it will likely take over his life instead of being what life was about for him all along.

Another reason: I have always loved the spotlight. Stuck up? Maybe, but I’d love the recognition. Shallow I know. I’m just being honest.

And then there’s the potential money of course. I’d very much like to make my money as a professional, not as a business man. I’d like to do my thing, and get paid for it. Once I do my thing often enough, more opportunities come one’s way, and before you know it you can “accidentally” release a sex tape and become a national celebrity. Or maybe that’s only after you achieve celebrity status. Either way I’m not a girl, so sex tapes are out. Next.

But in all seriousness, I see my boss, a rich business man, and all he owns is a house and minivan. If I had the amount of money he had I’d own a yacht and 2 very nice homes on the coasts, for starters. I’d understand if he simpky weren’t interested in those things. But he’s gotta be interested in something. He’s the most boring person I’ve met, and everyone seems to have the same opinion of him. He has no interests. At all. What about it makes him like that? Is it religion? I’d venture to say so, feel free to disagree. I heard from an Israeli Chiloni coworker and his very not religious, very never was religious American girlfriend, that all the Big Boss talks about by his Shabbos meal is technical issues he has with the city in regards to his business. I mean, if you’re going to be boring because of your religion, at least be an extremist in regards to not speaking about business matters on Shabbos….just sayin’.

I have a friend who told me that “When I was a kid I begged my parents to let me go to acting school for classes but they didn’t let for Jewish reasons. But they said that I would be miserable.” That’s part of the reason I hate religion, they supress anything creative. ANYTHING. If I would’ve been a regular kid I would’ve  been a child actor. But I grew up without exposure to movies so barely knew what an actor was. From the moment I watched my first movie at a late age, my passion to get on camera grew. But life goes on, and I’ll do my best from here on out.

One thing I noticed is that religious people are very skeptical of my plans. Because their vision has been hammered and hammered narrower and narrower until we have religious girls whose life ambition is to support a husband in Kollel, work at an office job for 15 yrs getting $400 a week. I’m talking past college age. 30 year olds making 2k a month  pushing paprers and changing diapers and happy (?) about it. I put the question mark there because it’s hard for me to see that as happiness. I’d say it’s more bliss. Blissfully unaware of the world of opportunities out there. Of course there are challenges, but that’s part of the thrill of pursuing dreams. But many of these people have no ambition, no creativity. Its so hard to find religious people who are well rounded. The ones practicing religion are often closed minded, and the ones who aren’t anymore, only know how to drink and go to hooka bars. Of course there are different types of religious people, and I’m referring mainly to those in the Yeshivish circles or the Brooklyn types. Not to stereo type…

This same friend of mine told me it was tough to just start acting as a kid, because her parents would’ve simply cut her off financially. Personally I’m trying to set myself up financially, so that I wont be left hanging out to dry….and I’m not talking about my balls.

But again, I’ll stress, the main reason is simply because I’m doing what I love, and if not for that, I wouldn’t be involved in it at all.






I have a few things to vent about, hope noone minds.

I always see weird searches that people typed in. But today among the typical list of searches such as “hot chani”, “lubavitch off the derech”, and “brad pitt depression” (can’t believe that article is  still being read), was one that read “people that sleep with dead people”. Now what exactly have I written that even remotely relates to that morbid topic??

Ever go out with friends drinking, shopping, eating to the movies or whatever else you may be doing, and you’re short on cash? You’ll borrow say $2 for a can of soda, and promise to pay back. Either he’ll say nah bro don’t worry about it, or he’ll let you pay back. But what I don’t understand are the friends who, upon lending you a couple bucks, will ask you to buy them a drink as payment when out drinking next time. Take the following scenario:

You: Hey dude, you got an extra 2 bucks on you? I gotta buy a drink or I’m gonna fuckin faint!

Friend: Sure dude, here ya go!

You: Aaight thanks man, I’lll hit you up next time.

Friend: It’s cool bro

The next night:

You: Hey dude, wanna go out to that club tonight with some chics? Heard it’s gonna be sickkk.

Friend: Sure lets go!

At the club:

You (screaming over loud thumpy music): Yoo lets go get wasssted!!

Friend (screaming equally loud, trying to be heard over loud, thumpy music): Yea dude lets go!

You (to hot chic behind the bar): Heyy can I get a vodka with 3 limes?

Friend ( to bartender): Hey I’ll have one of those too

Bartender: Sure, that’ll be 11 dollars each.

Friend to you: Hey bro I got you the other day, so you got my drink aaight?

Why does a friend spotting you a measly $2 give him the right to assume I’m gonna pay $11 for his overpriced drink the next night, as if buying him a drink is an acceptable method of paying back any loan, no matter how small in comparison to the drink.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m no cheapskate (yea I know I’m Jewish) and would gladly buy the my friend a drink if he’s a bit tight on cash, he’s my friend after all! But it’s the idea that people assume that I’d be buying them a drink as payment. Why can’t I just take out my wallet like a normal person and hand him over the 2 bucks?

About hookers: Ever wonder how they fucked their first client? I don’t mean positions, just…how? How’d they go from being a normal person to a hooker?? But I guess like the song from Lazy Boy TV goes: “It takes alot of drunk daddies to get a girl to blow a goat on the internet”.

Lastly and most disturbingly, anyone wonder how the hell their grandparents are able to have sex? I mean she’s all old and wrinkly! And she’s my grandma! I’m usually not this sick, just this image made me wonder…

This pic has nothing to do with the was just too awesome not to post it!

Ever heard the expression “foot in mouth”? This guy has his foot stuffed in there. The whole goddam thing.

Here is an article from I came across. Words cannot be sufficient in pointing out the authors blatant ignorance and utter stupidity, so instead I’ll show the areas in red where he makes sure to clearly let us know just how cult-like he sounds. I’ll add my comment in blue.

By Elisha Ferber,

I address this to readers for their thoughts on the ever disturbing trend of kids in our communities going off the derech.

There is a misnomer, I believe, when it comes to analyzing the trend of kids going off the derech. I have heard many people, including so-called educators and some commenters on, claim that the more sheltered children are, the more prone they are to go off the derech. I agree that there are people who are driving kids off the derech. These are the people – to take one recent example – who are telling girls not to wear makeup on their wedding day (see the story from yesterday here These are the people who prefer to forbid everything in sight, as opposed to presenting Yiddishkeit as the beautiful lifestyle it is. (It is? Or can be?) There are people and yeshivos that aren’t recognizing the needs of our kids and responding appropriately to them. (No shit, Watson!) There are those who just don’t get it.

But then there are those who do. We do have people who are sterling role models and can imbue our kids with the right message and attitude (The right one, if only life would be that easy.) My nephew was fortunate to attend the Philadelphia Yeshiva where he witnessed the hanhagos of the rosh hayeshiva, Rav Shmuel Kamenetsky, and his son, Rav Shalom Kamenetsky. His father always told him, “Watch Rav Shmuel, and watch Rav Shalom. These are the people you should try to emulate. They are true representations of Torah and what Hashem wants us to be.” (They for sure know what God wants)

But I digress, dear readers.

Getting back to kids going off the derech… I have heard so many times that it’s the “yeshivishe” kids who go off the derech. (Others say it’s the chassidishe kids, but I will not comment on that, because, being Litvish myself, I have limited knowledge of the trends in thechassidishe kehillos.)

To be clear, the claim that yeshivishe kids go off the derech more than, say, Modern Orthodox kids do is simply misleading for numerous reasons. The main reason is because those who go off thederech do what any Modern Orthodox kid does “beheter.”

A good friend of mine, a social worker of our community, attended a conference of Orthodox therapists. She was surprised to learn that problems with off-the-derech kids are much, much worse in Modern Orthodox communities. Whereas our unhappy boys mostly rebel by wearing colored shirts and sneakers, or even going to the malls or the movies, the Modern Orthodox kids aren’t satisfied until they’ve sunken into drugs and more. (Because wearing colored shirts and – gasp – sneakers, is a gross sin) And you know what those kids, who were raised on TV, unlimited internet, etc., say to their therapists? That their parents were so terribly restrictive, so fanatical and old-fashioned, that they had no choice but to rebel.

Of the very few yeshivish or chassidish off-the-derech kids who went all the way, so to speak, with chillul Shabbos and tarfos r”l and otheraveiros chamuros, most did teshuvah after a few years and settled down on a Modern Orthodox level or came back all the way (MO isn’t ALL THE WAY enough for them. You have to wear shoes and white shirts to be fully religious.) One reason is because they’re unequipped to deal with the world out there. I’d say that at least 90% of them are kids from broken homes or boys with learning disabilities that weren’t adequately addressed. Their secular education is almost non-existent and they’re not smart enough to get ahead. So they come back to our communities. (Read: We know that the only way to keep children from becoming secular is to make sure they are unequipped to deal with the real world, and have no choice to return to the cult called Yeshivish Judaism.)

A smart kid from a good home in our communities going off-the-derech is almost unheard of. (Because it isn’t Judaism itself that’s flawed, it always needs to be blamed on something else.) Can it happen? Yes. But it is rare. The overall off-the-derech rate is a small percentage. Granted, every boy who leaves our path is one too many, but in the vast majority of cases, their rebellion stemmed from a family problem, a learning disability, abuse, or something of that sort.

So when we discuss the issue of teens at risk and kids going off thederech, let’s keep this all in perspective. (ignorance is bliss).

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I think one of my biggest issues with the Yeshivish world, and in part the religious world in general, is they love suppressing independent thought and creativity.

I walked into my family’s Sukka the other day for dinner. My 4 year old nephew looks at me, and exclaims “Hey why you not wearing Shabbos clothes?!” I understand my sister wants to instill certain values in her children, but isn’t there a right way to do that? If the child will assume their way is the only way and anyone else is the different one, isn’t that wrong?

I understand she wants her child to believe firmly in the values she holds so true and important, but can’t we save the “musts and must nots” for things more important than the clothes you prefer your child to wear on Chol Hamoed??

I find it scary that her 4 year old child is that narrow minded. In fact I hadn’t thought children that young could be narrow minded.

Sitting in a recent computer class I noticed how the the many of the Yeshivish students could barely use the most basic functions of Word. Their was one Chassidish guy who didn’t know how to highlight a word! After all, why would they ever be interested in computers?? Learning is what’s important and that’s it!

Ever notice how an absurd amount of Frum people work in Accounting, Real Estate, or nursing homes? That’s because they aren’t interested in a particular field. They aren’t interested in anything in particular. That’s kinda scary too.

Thankfully I find myself very strongly interested in a number of fields, yet i still harbor resentment towards my parents, for had things been different growing up I probably would have been alot further along the path I am pursuing. But can’t live in the past can I?

I’m sitting here in my bed listening to some amazing recordings of Kol Nidrei Chazzanus that Heshy Fried posted.  I find myself both nostalgic and sad. Regardless of the validity of Judaism, it is certainly beautiful at times.

I have just watched a documentary on air travel, and I find my mind to be floating in the memories of LA travel as a kid. LA to me was always a place where I was able to feel the echoes of Judaism as it was in the 1940’s, 50’s 60′ and 70’s. Not the black and white clad version where Rabbi’s with long beards attempted- rather successfully- in pulling Judaism back into the dark ages of the Shtetl, but rather the echoes of the massive shuls of the 40’s we had after the war, and the Hebrew Day School types that thrived in out of town commuities before the term out of town was coined.

Perhaps that feeling was brought out by being in my grandparent’s home there, where seeing my grandparents,  normal people who happened to be Jewish and older people, connected me in some weird way to the Jews of yesteryear. Sadly my grandfather changed, as he aged he too got influenced by the yeshivish movement and became slightly more closedminded.

Listening to Kol Nidrei now just added to the feeling that the Yeshivish world, in an attempt to authenticate Orthodoxy, lost Judaism. The culture and refinement that infused so much inspiration into Judaism of the 60’s, and added so much glory, it itself was perhaps an anchor that kept many clinging to it. Perhaps that glory itself gave meaning to Judasim in a way that debating over minute laws of tying shoes and enforcing self created dress codes cannot possibly accomplish.

And perhaps being raised in a home where my mom grew up with day schools and can still appreciate the refined side of Judaism, the side where culture infiltrates, has allowed me to not completely disassociate myself with them.

September 7, 2010:

Yesterday I spent the day with my friends in the city. We walked around a bit, shopped a bit and even shared one of those big cupcakes from crumbs. We went for pizza and finished off the day with a movie. I came home, made lunch for today watched an episode of Weeds- I just finished Nip/Tuck so its time to shop for a new show- and went to bed.

I woke up today at 7 worked out for a bit, showered got dressed, ate a nice breakfast and went to work. And here I am.

And tonite I’ll probably chill with someone and then go to bed. Peacefully. Tomorrow I’ll eat the meal with my family, go to sleep and wake up around 11 on Thursday at which point I may or may not go hear Shofar. Or not. Either way. If I have my car ( I dont always have it) I may hit the beach. We’ll see. It’ll be a nice long 4 day vacation. On the heels of this past Labor Day weekend it’s a bit much- I need the money.

September 2008:

I went to second seder- a bit late cuz I had a wash to do- and got yelled at by my older Chavrusa when I told him why I was late. His argument? “If you had a plane to catch you wouldn’t have been late doing a wash”. True, but the Bais Medrash isn’t a plane. Doesn’t even have TV screens.

Anyway, I finished sitting across from my Gemara 3 hours later. Ran to get some greasy food from the Yeshiva’s cafeteria, and then ran back up for Maariv. I watched the people around me Daven like the world was coming to an end. Or at least what they imagined they’d be doing the day before their world may or may not come to an end.

Night seder, the time for a haircut. One of my good friends, a very Yeshivish but  totally awesome dude was amazing at giving haircuts. And he wouldn’t charge me. He was kidding around about giving me a mohawk, when someone form the hallway gave him a look, and said in as serious a voice as he can muster “Nu, Elul!”

The next morning, Erev Rosh Hashanah I forced myself to get out of bed, and with a feeling of some big burden and annoyance waiting for me over the next two days, Davened and said Hataras Nedarim very carefully. After all, can’t have all those horrible vows on me. Gives me a bad rap with God or something like that. Either way, you can be sure I was verrry careful with saying Hataras Nedarim.

The day would go by, I’d go to a shiur on the meaning of Mussaf, and generally walk around trying to feel serious.

The trying. I’ve just pinpointed it. There was so much trying. Trying to feel serious in September. Trying to be sad on Tish’a B’av. This time of year was always dreaded. I had to try to feel something that was difficult to feel, and feel guilty if I was unable to sit through a 8 hour davening. I did it, and it always went faster than I thought it would. Yet, the feeling was always mostly relief when it was all over. That happiness I always felt after yom kippur I had always contributed to feeling clean from sin, yet I think it was more about feelingintense relief that I didnt have to sit in shul 8 hours again for a whole year.

The contrast between the pre holiday days then and the days now are striking. So much more normal now, thank you very much.

For those of you who wonder why I post erratically, the answer is quite simple- I don’t LOOK for things to post. I let the inspiration of the moment speak for itself. Similar to when I cook- I figure out basically what I want to make, say a stir-fry, and the I let the food speak to me. Sounds crazy, I know. But that’s how I work.

Well, I just had a beer and was sitting watching Nip-Tuck, when Dr. Troy mentioned about swearing off drinking and then waking up with a hangover. It hit me at that moment- quite in a similar way to when I was at my friends place on Fire Island and the absurdity of religion hit me as I watched real normal American life unfold in front of me – when the word drinking was said in a very innocent way. Let me begin with the following.

I never really drank, even on Purim, until I was maybe in 12th grade or even older. I went to Israel, and by the time I came back I was fast becoming not religious. Shortly thereafter as I mentioned I began working in Manhattan. Grabbing drinks after work on Stone Street- you gotta check that place out- became commonplace, as did coming home drunk on Thursday, Friday, Saturday or Sunday nights, more often than not at least two of those. My mom looked at drinking like  an unbelievable evil. Even on Purim, when all other people I knew got shitfaced I always felt uncomfortable taking a drink in high school. So you can imagine at this point my mom wasn’t thrilled. Now they weren’t – still aren’t – the type of people to say anything to me, but I knew my mom looked at drinking on the weekends like an unbelievably irresponsible and sad thing.

Just recently I went away with some friends. I took the family car and loaded it up with some beers for the road. Not for the road literally but for when we stopped driving for the night. We didn’t end up drinking at all so I unloaded the beers from the car when I got home and brought them into my room. Inadvertently I left one bottle in the car. My mom found it and went ballistic, assuming I take to drinking while driving. Now I can assure you that I do no such thing. If I so much as had a beer I won’t drive for a long while, to be sure all the alcohol is out of my system. I calmed her down and life went on.

Ok, so what hit me was the following. Here’s my mom, and many people in the Jewish community, who assume that drinking is evil. Yet on Purim most seem to have no problem. Yes, there are calls for being safe, and some call for not drinking at all. But the overwhelming feeling people have about Purim is that it’s OK to drink. My mom feels one can drink on Purim, but drinking any other time of the year is completely immature. Now who the hell made that bullshit up? Just because YOU decide to go along with the rest of the largely pathetic Frum community and drink on Purim, doesn’t mean that day is any different than others. Who made up that drinking on Purim is ok, and only once a year??

At least my mom herself never drinks. But my dad drinks on Purim and has a shot or two or three at the Shabbos meal and yet still tells of the “horrors” of Yeshiva guys drinking at weddings. Who the fuck doesn’t drink at weddings??

Now I’m not an alcoholic.  Far from it, but social drinking that doesn’t interrupt your life, nor do you feel that not drinking will ruin that night, is perfectly acceptable. And to suggest otherwise, while condoning drinking on YOUR holiday is the talk of asinine and pathetic hypocrites.

Personally, I find that there’s nothing like a few drinks to get both parties interested and loosened up…so can I buy you a drink?

So much for the age gap being the source of “The Shidduch Crisis.” He’s done more for the crisis than anyone. It’s called having multiple girlfriends. This way no one gets left out. Just make sure both girls know about the other one. Otherwise it can get messy.

There a website that’s kind of an online dating service for yeshivish people, but they’ve got some crazy stuff in their about page.

Here’s what I would love to write to them:

Hey, it’s an awesome service you guys are providing. I mean, I get it. Ad sense is powerful. But you’re feeding into a community that’s very, very sick. “We do not post open pictures or inappropriate articles; there is no chat or direct emailing between singles; and we are very careful about maintaining the privacy and dignity of every single on our database.”

Damn! And you guys complain about a shidduch crisis. No shit! Guys, get with the program, welcome to 2010. And no, God doesn’t give a shit if a guy so much as LOOKS  at a girl. And if you think he does….well consider yourself sick too.


Former member of the cult called Yeshivish Judaism.

Tho these guys are seriously fucked up.

“There’s no internet here…and this way its Kosher, al pi taharas hkodesh (according to the pure and holy path) ….(in response to why skype won’t work) you’re going to be in front of your computer, you can go onsite, and look at any www site(GASP!)

that’s all you can do there’s no Chashah (worry) of anything…”

Jesus. Christ. Imagine that. Someone might actually log onto facebook or watch some porn…or the worst of all…YouTube!

So these guys have created video conferencing, or seem to think they have, in order to avoid having young prospective mates drive out unnecessarily for miles to meet up. This way they can meet online, and decide if they want to meet in person. Talk about awkward. It kind of tops off what was already an awkward mating system. It sure isn’t dating.

After seeing this video, I don’t know whether to laugh, cry, or vomit. Or maybe all 3. It’s both tragic and funny (as in laugh-at, not laugh-with). Does anyone else find this even remotely the work of sane people?

…and of course the opening was covered by the local blog/paper/news service (?) .