There are big holidays, there are important holidays, and there is Hanukkah – the holiday that reinvents itself every generation: once a national heroic story, then a miracle of oil, then a children’s holiday, then a 15-shekel donut holiday.
Remember the good old days, when rain was just… rain? When gray skies received at most a footnote like “Take an umbrella,” and not an emergency flash on the front page that made you think aliens had landed in Ayalon Canyon?
If there is an institution that was once a beacon of knowledge, and now looks more like a broken lantern in a park in southern Tel Aviv – it is the academy.
Because what was once a place where truth was sought, today is a place where your identity is sought – to know if you are allowed to speak.
And this time, a satirical column, sharp but not inflammatory, that seeks to address one of the popular slogans of the humanist-relativist era.
Once upon a time, when you said “intellectual,” you imagined someone sitting in a library with a mustache, opening thick volumes, asking deep questions and trying to understand the human soul.
Today, an intellectual is someone who has a subscription to Haaretz, three articles in the Open University – and a solid opinion on why you, who lives in Netivot, simply don’t understand complexities.
We love this country, because it is ours.
With all the mess, the congestion, the luxury and the madness… and maybe that’s why.
Israel and Eurovision are not a “romance.”
It’s an addictive relationship, not healthy, but one we can’t live without. Like the cigarette after a night out, or the third Chaser on a Friday night — you know it’s not good for you, but you’re there.
America discovered Hamas isn’t a folk-dance troupe.
It wants to ban entry to anyone who supported the massacre.
One of the strangest, most intimidating, and most… Israeli professions there is: bus inspectors.
So good morning, tickets please…
There is such a concept in Israel: “unity.”
It is like summer stew – everyone talks about it, no one is really willing to pay the price for it.
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
