If education doesn’t teach kids to think – only to memorize — then it isn’t education.
It’s pedagogical makeup with the flavor of “lite.”
Why is everyone allowed to be proud – except you?
Yes, the destroyers and ruiners are among us — in faculty lounges, film festivals, and NGOs with suspiciously generous grants.
But they won’t win.
Because even if they hate themselves, we love this country enough for both of us.
“Excuse me, I was just asking” – this is how most moments that don’t end well in Israel begin.
This is one of the most brilliant passive-aggressive brilliances of Israeli culture: a trial that begins with light-hearted politeness, and ends with legal drama, public use or a viral column on Facebook.
Israel is not a perfect country. It is a living country – a country that thinks, fights, laughs, gets angry, unites, is torn apart – and moves on.
In every generation, people rise up against it to destroy it, and in every generation it reinvents itself.
Ah, my dear Israel – land flowing with milk and honey, rockets and politics.
By October 2025, as we still stagger from the trauma of October 7, 2023, and face threats on all fronts — Hamas, Hezbollah, Iran, and even “friendly” neighbors – there emerges a phenomenon that feels like an autoimmune disease.
We are a people who survived 3,000 years, rose from the ashes of great empires, built a progressive state in the heart of the Middle East – and then willingly choose to spend seven days in a makeshift tent in a parking lot. If that isn’t proof of Jewish tenacity, I don’t know what is.
There are days in the Jewish calendar that manage, in some supernatural, almost mystical way, to stop time. Yom Kippur is one of them. It doesn’t matter if you are a religious Israeli or a completely secular one who feels that the closest rabbi to you is the shawarma man at the Carmel Market. Perhaps this is the essence of true Zionism: a country where Yom Kippur is not a day off from work to go shopping, but a day off to stop.
About the Israeli woman – a rare, intriguing, inimitable and funny phenomenon in a way that requires a deep breath.
How flowers, deep gazes, and conversations until midnight alternate with the air conditioner remote that no one can find when they need it most
Because in the end, a relationship is not about who controls the remote, but about who is willing to give it up – just because they are a little cold.
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