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Category Archives: tales of an accidental feminist

Open Letter to Tom Brady

Dear Tom: Yes, for the second year in a row, I actually cared who won the Super Bowl (and not just because I was nostalgic for the Super Bowl Shuffle™ like last year!) Oh, Tom, you are surely the better quarterback: you are more talented, more handsome, more awesomer. You don’t do as funny a [...]

Happy New Years!

I don’t believe in New Year’s resolutions, the way I don’t believe in Truth or Dare (as in: I am no more or less likely to do something because I am dared to do so, or because it is January 1st). So it has nothing to do with December ending that I am considering joining [...]

I am cultured, do you hear me? Cultured!

Yes. Yosef and I have been watching old foreign films, like “Breathless” and “Wild Strawberries”. In fact, “Wild Strawberries” was my first Bergman film ever, I think. And unlike when I saw “La Strada” and thought to myself “Uh, was I supposed to like that or risk being thought uncivilized?” (a question my college boyfriend [...]

Homecoming!

It’s weird teaching high school sometimes. How can I explain? Well, you know all of those awkward, strange, beautiful, and painful moments you experienced between the ages of 14-18? Imagine having to vicariously relive them every year of your life. Having to awkwardly feign school spirit, having to watch as teenage relationships bud and blossom, [...]

ER (but not as sexy)

Yes, y’all, I had a brush with my chronic disease over the weekend, and I prevailed! Nothing like getting an abscess lanced without any painkiller to perk you up on a Saturday night. Yummy! And now that I’m home, I want to thank all of you who called, texted, emailed, visited, and just thought well [...]

stranger than disco?

Whilst at my desk earlier today, I heard music. It was coming from my colleague’s headphones. It was the Bee Gees; “More Than a Woman”. Later, I went to pick up some challah for the upcoming Sabbath. As I entered the bakery, what should be playing, but “Night Fever”, also by the Bee Gees; also [...]

elevator snafu

Myself and Ms. X (to protect the guilty) are in the elevator at work. Ms. X: I like your shoes. Myself: Yeah, I have two pair of the same ones. You know, once you find a pair you like… Elevator stops at 3th floor and picks up a passenger, Mr. Y. Ms. X: Yeah, I [...]

married (with blogs)

The following is a dramatization of true events: yosefblog: Hey, Eva Mendes worked out at my club today. accidentalfeminist: Oh, wow. So, was she, like, hot? yb: (pause) Yeah…yes she was. af: She’s, like, supposed to be curvy; well, curvier than the average skinny Hollywood girl. Was she? yb: She was pretty thin. I mean, [...]

while dining al fresco…

Lady at the table next to me: (to waitress) We’ll have bottled water. Waitress: Okay. LATTNTM: No fancy glasses or anything. These (picking up perfectly nice glass on table) will be fine (ed.- why wouldn’t it be?). Just…bottled. You know, any brand is fine. Just…bottled. Waitress: Sure. Husband of LAATNTM walks up and sits down. [...]

and that, kids, is freedom of speech…

But really, do my four and five year old daughters have to be subjected to 4 foot tall posters of botched abortions? Just a question. And the funny thing is, all these people did is turn my negative feelings toward the images they were showing onto them for sticking them in my face and the [...]