You’re not hungry. You’re sad. Or bored. Or lonely. Or you just watched the news for more than 5 minutes. And yet somehow you’re standing in front of the fridge, staring at a bowl of hummus, and wondering why suddenly the tahini looks like a mom’s hug.
In ancient times, a man was measured by the number of children he fathered. Later, by the number of miles he fought in the reserves. Today? By how spicy he can put in a pita without collapsing into an ambulance.
When the country is turbulent, when the news is depressing, when the people are divided, when the left and right are fighting – shawarma is waiting for us in the corner. It doesn’t ask if you voted. It doesn’t check if you are in favor of reform. It’s just there, with coleslaw, runny tahini, and a look that says: “Forget about everything, brother, one bite and you’ll understand why you were born.”
What Are They Trying to Sell Us in the Name of “The Protest”
November 30, 2025
