<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:46:40.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shabbabnikit</title><subtitle type='html'>Ordinary, run-of-the-mill, Thirtysomething, Jewish woman in New York. I'm really just like everyone else. Really...Sorta.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-8622846519494008088</id><published>2009-01-27T00:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T01:32:10.617-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shabbabnikit is "Right Wing Modern Orthodox"?!?!?!? WTF?</title><content type='html'>I took a test on someone else's blog to see how Orthodox one is. Apparently, I am mostly Right Wing Modern Orthodox. Who knew? These were my scores: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For: Left Wing Modern Orthodox&lt;br /&gt;9% scored higher, and &lt;br /&gt;90% scored lower.&lt;br /&gt;The average Raw Score is: 28.9, your's was: 56.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For: Right Wing Modern Orthodox&lt;br /&gt;14% scored higher, and &lt;br /&gt;83% scored lower.&lt;br /&gt;The average Raw Score is: 43.6, your's was: 58.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For: Left Wing Yeshivish/Chareidi&lt;br /&gt;85% scored higher, and &lt;br /&gt;13% scored lower.&lt;br /&gt;The average Raw Score is: 39.8, your's was: 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For: Right Wing Yeshivish/Chareidi&lt;br /&gt;88% scored higher, and &lt;br /&gt;9% scored lower.&lt;br /&gt;The average Raw Score is: 25.3, your's was: 5.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News to me! I'll try to remember this next time I am at a restaurant or going on a big date! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-8622846519494008088?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/8622846519494008088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=8622846519494008088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/8622846519494008088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/8622846519494008088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2009/01/shabbabnikit-is-right-wing-modern.html' title='The Shabbabnikit is &quot;Right Wing Modern Orthodox&quot;?!?!?!? WTF?'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-8148596833856797662</id><published>2008-11-08T02:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T02:31:41.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What My Taste in Art Says About Me</title><content type='html'>A friend had me join &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OK Cupid &lt;/a&gt;in order to see his ex-girlfriend's (from some 2 years ago) profile. I never bothered with it besides that but then after getting an e-mail from someone on it I began to look into it. They have all kinds of quizzes in case I get tired of Facebook quizzes. This one seemed interesting:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your result for What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Simple, Progressive, and Sensual&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;p&gt;18 Ukiyo-e,  8 Islamic,  -2 Impressionist,  2 Cubist,  -11 Abstract and  -9 Renaissance!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.okcimg.com/php/load_okc_image.php/images/0x0/0x0/0/12096476048466208671.jpeg" width="422" height="300" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             &lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ukiyo-e &lt;span style="font-weight:normal;"&gt;(&lt;span&gt;浮世絵&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span&gt;Ukiyo-e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;sup&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Help:Japanese"&gt;&lt;span style="padding-right:.1em;padding-left:.1em;padding-bottom:0pt;color:#0000ee;padding-top:0pt;font-family:sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, "pictures of the floating world", is a genre of Japaneseand paintings produced between the 17th and the 20th centuries.  it mostly featured landscapes, historic tales, theatre, and pleasure.  Ukiyo is a rather impetuous urban culture that has bloomed in popularity.  Although the Japanese were more strict and had many prohibitions it did not affect the rising merchant class and therefore became a floating art form that did not bind itself to the normal ideals of society.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;People that chose Ukiyo-e art tend to be more simplistic yet elegant.  They don't care much about new style but are comfortable in creating their own. They like the idea of living for the moment and enjoy giving and receiving pleasure.  They may be more agreeable than other people and do not like to argue.  They do not mind following traditions but are not afraid to move forward to experience other ideas in life.  They tend to enjoy nature and the outdoors.  They do not mind being more adventurous in their sexual experiences.  They enjoy being popular and like being noticed.  They have their own unique style of dress and of presenting themselves. They may also tend to be more business oriented or at the very least interested in money making adventures.  They might make good entrepreneurs. They are progressive and adaptable.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/tests/what-your-taste-in-art-says-about-you-test"&gt;Take What Your Taste in Art Says About You Test&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.helloquizzy.com/"&gt;&lt;b style="color:#131313"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;ello&lt;span style="color:#ac000c"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;uizzy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, I think this sounds about right!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-8148596833856797662?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/8148596833856797662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=8148596833856797662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/8148596833856797662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/8148596833856797662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-my-taste-in-art-says-about-me.html' title='What My Taste in Art Says About Me'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-7912864007420227172</id><published>2008-10-25T18:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T18:43:18.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Going There</title><content type='html'>I have had many conversations about this subject over the years. As one who has always been open to dating non-Black men I have always had to defend my right to date who I want. Now finally teh rest of the country and especially teh rest of teh Black community is catching up with me, as we see in teh following issue of Essence, teh primier Black women's magazine: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.essence.com/relationships/advice/articles/lookingformrwhite/"&gt;Looking for Mr. White&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for Mr. White&lt;br /&gt;Dee Depass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last fall Tara, a writer in Detroit, decided to try something new: dating a White guy. The attraction? "He was Jon Stewart-ish, had a sense of humor, was liberal and smart," explains the 39-year-old. More important, he seemed like a viable option. "The older you get, the more open you become to the possibility of love," says Tara. "I would like love to come in a certain form or color. But at the same time I realize that the population of eligible Black men is getting smaller. So I'm open."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And apparently so are many other sisters. We polled more than a thousand of you. Nearly half of those surveyed on essence.com (45 percent) say you've been involved in an interracial relationship. And for those of you who haven't, it's clearly not for lack of opportunities: Seventy percent of you say you've been asked out by a White guy. "One of my friends decided that Something New, that Sanaa Lathan movie in which her character falls for a White guy, was her signal to start pursuing White men and accepting their offers," says Aisha, 20, a junior at the University of Minnesota. "Now, instead of looking for an IBM-Ideal Black Man-she says she's looking for an IWM."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cream in Your Coffee?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mom may prefer you to bring home a man who looks like your dad. But these days if you don't, she'll probably just smile and ask him his name (instead of calling him one). Interracial couples are far more common than they were a few decades ago; in fact, they've increased fourfold since the sixties. The U.S. census revealed that there were 116,000 marriages between Black women and White men and about 279,000 marriages between Black men and White women in 2002. Numbers for unmarried couples are hard to come by, but sociologists agree there's been a dramatic increase since 1980.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I have White friends who date Black women, Black friends who date White women, Asian and Latino. You name it," says Aaron, 31, a brother from Eagan, Minnesota. "It's always been a multicultural experience between Blacks and Whites. It's what I grew up with."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, a whopping 81 percent of readers say they aren't fazed at all when they see a Black woman with a White man. Flip the script, though, and it's a different story. Fifty-three percent of you disapprove when you see a Black man with a White woman. "Sisters looked like they wanted to beat me down," says Richard, 47, a financial marketing specialist in Pasadena, California. "When I'm with a sister, I'm ignored. But the second I get a White woman on my arm, I get ‘the look.' " Successful brothers like Richard who make the choice to "cross over" may draw additional ire because of the perceived notion among some sisters that Black men who have "made it" tend to prefer non-Black mates. High-profile couples could also influence sisters' feelings here. Yeah, we're cool with Halle switching from marrying Black men to dating Gabriel Aubry, a White model. But Kobe, Tiger, Terrence and Taye? Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they don't mention here is that Black men are just as guilty of this kind of double standard. WHen I was in college I was oh, so madly in infatuation with this very fair complexioned redhead from Idaho. The Black men in my class gave me so much shit and yet within a few months they were closely palling around and sleeping wioth white women. Puh-lease!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-7912864007420227172?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/7912864007420227172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=7912864007420227172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/7912864007420227172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/7912864007420227172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-there.html' title='Going There'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-7612806444845864473</id><published>2008-09-30T02:40:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T03:44:39.468-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Did This to Your Parents (and they will get their revenge)</title><content type='html'>For all the years of indoctrination women especially receive encouraging them to want and enjoy marriage and especially motherhood, I have to say it is particularly scary to read and hear about how unhappy so many people are with not just marriage but ESPECIALLY parenthood. I mean, I can deal with marriage, I think. Marry a great, fun, caring and responsible guy and more or less have a ball for the rest of your life. Then you hear that the minute they had kids their lives went to shit. Your married with children friends and relatives all blatantly tell you how they envy your unencumbered lifestyle. They say they love their kids but hate their lives since having kids. It starts to make you ask yourself how do people NOT resent their kids for essentially ruining their lives (as they basically say has been the case). Or are these people perhaps not being honest with you or themselves? It really starts to makes you question why bother having kids. Especially when you read things like &lt;a href="http://hubpages.com/hub/For_Unhappily_Married_Men"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Regret  says:&lt;br /&gt;15 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for emailing me this link. Long article with a lot of good ground covered. No one wants to admit the things you are pointing to in this. but you are right Veronica. This is good. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I had kids I didn't think it through. I regret everything. Now I'm stuck. I hate my life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; I have been planning to leave. What do I have to lose to try to talk to her honestly about it. I am going to take this advice and give it a shot. It can't get worse, right?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Blink182  says:&lt;br /&gt;14 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife and I read your blog Veronica and we have been looking at your hubpages now too. My wife didn't like this article. When I asked her why she couldn't give me a real reason. I think it just angered her in general that this is true. &lt;em&gt;Of all the married men with kids I know, I can name only 2 that knew what they were getting into when they had kids. So many of them have affairs now. Most of them are just miserable. It's this unspoken thing in our circles. Everyone knows how terribly unhappy everyone else is. Everyone wanted different things in life that aren't going to happen now because of the decision to have kids.&lt;/em&gt; I'm not saying it's right, I'm saying it's the way it is. It's true. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The guys I know having affairs would not be seeking union elsewhere had they not had kids.&lt;/strong&gt; Like you explained they had a very romanticized idea of what would happen. Life changes in every way after you have kids.&lt;/em&gt; Your wife changes in every way. I'm the first to admit my wife and I love our kids but we didn't know how much things would change. If I knew then what I know now I would have made some very different decisions. I'm not happy with my life and I know I could be happier. That's not to say I'm going to do anything stupid. I will deal with my decisions and follow them through because it's the right thing to do. But I understand why so many men just can't. Bravo to you for not defending them, just explaining what's going on. Just the fact that my wife wouldn't face the truth of this article and reacted with anger and dislike shows how far some women's heads are stuck in the sand about this. This article is a very hard to face truth that represents the majority. &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Robroy  says:&lt;br /&gt;14 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would give anything to have my life back again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I'm exactly what this is about. &lt;strong&gt;I am fucking miserable.&lt;/strong&gt; I can't talk to my wife about it. &lt;strong&gt;I hate my life&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mrs. Lost  says:&lt;br /&gt;14 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the female version of exactly this article. I am a 41 year old married mother of 2. I knew having kids would be a big change but in no way did I know just how much so. &lt;strong&gt;I love my children but I am so unhappy. There is no time for me anymore. I have lost myself. I used to be a person and now I feel like nothing. &lt;em&gt;The children suck the life out of us.&lt;/em&gt; Nobody tells you how awful it is.&lt;/strong&gt; I see how my husband changed and how our relationship changed but now I see how I changed too. There is no romance. We are too tired from homework and cleaning and fighting and having to do everything for the children all the time. We used to go to plays and museums. We used to have vacations and long talks. We used to not worry so much about money. We used to sleep in on weekends. We used to take care of our appearances and we used to enjoy life. Now we don't do any of that anymore. I am this cranky tired bitch all the time. I hate myself. I hate him. I hate my life. I feel trapped. I read this article with how men find escape in affairs. I say to these men if you are as awfully miserable as I am and you find any happiness anywhere then you should go for it. I would give anything to like myself and be happy again.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SOMEONE SPEAKS THE TRUTH HERE: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Mets Fan  says:&lt;br /&gt;12 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a girlfriend in college that I loved very much. She didn't want to have children and my parents made her out to be some kind of weirdo because of it. I broke up with her over it and married a girl I met at work a few years later. My wife and I have 2 kids. My parents asked me all the time, when are you going to make us grandparents, when are you going to have kids. Not once did they ever ask me, are you ready to have kids, do you know whats involved. The pressure of them asking all the time was immense. They always made me feel like having kids was something every body did and I had to do it too. They made me feel like the woman I truly loved was wrong for her decision. They pressured me into the situation I am in now. &lt;em&gt;Kids change everything. No one warned me or taught me anything about this. I'm just expected now to not want to go out anymore, to give up every night to homework, to give up every weekend to all their activities.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;It's not their fault but I resent them for taking my life away from me. I can't do any of the things I used to enjoy. I work hard and make good money but I never have any because of the kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; My wife is an excellent mother which is why I married her. She loved kids and wanted to have them. My parents pressed it into me that that was the only quality that mattered in a woman. We don't have sex, we never talk. I can't stand to be around her. She looks awful because she takes no time on herself at all. She can't talk about anything but the kids. I resent my parents for being so irresponsible with the pressure on me to have kids and for never ever teaching me how hard it was to raise kids. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I resent my wife and my kids.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I feel stupid for letting all these people push me and make decisions for me. I hate that I never thought for myself. I hate my life. I hate coming home from work, I hate spending time with my kids. I hate when I have to speak to my wife. I'm not having an affair but I would if I found a woman that wanted to.&lt;em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;I love my kids but if I had it to do all over again knowing what I know now I would never have had them.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I would not have listened to my parents. I would not have married my wife. I would have married the woman I really loved and I would be happy, much happier than I will ever be being a father. One more thing, I talk about this with different men I work with or know from the gym or from college. Many of them are in similar situations as me as far as having kids and the way their wives are and many of them feel like I do about it. I am by far the worst and I think it's because of my parents.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Stacey  says:&lt;br /&gt;7 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I totally agree with Pipedreamer...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life could be easier if the men would also stop thinking about themselves and see how it effects their wives. I have been a stay at home mom to 3 children ages 4, 6, and 7 since day one. I did understand what was expected of me when I had children and I knew that it wasn't going to be a fairly tale life. I don't think my husband did though. I am very lonely and am in need of a change in my life (I am considering going back to school or getting a part time job somewhere). I am stuck in a rut. We moved out of state and I don't know anybody and it has been hard to meet new people. I am stuck cleaning and dealing with 3 kids day in and day out with no real support and nobody to talk to. I would like it if my husband came home and actually helped me out instead he gets on the computer or sits on the couch and watches me. Which of course infuriates me. Then he expects me to rub his feet or "love" him and what do I get in return??? NOTHING! There is no reciprication of "love" back. I am sorry, but I do this every minute of the day with the kids. I want to be "loved" without feeling like it is a job from him. I just want to sit and zone out on the couch for a change damn it! I feel like he is a 4 th child, who is very selfish. Isn't being in a loving relationship a two way street. It sure would be nice if I got attention and help more often. Doesn't a man understand that if you show someone that they mean something, you will get more return on the "love" investment. I am at the point where I don't even want to show him affection. I am tired of being dismissed. I work my ass off all day long, and I am sure he does too. But he should come home and work with me equally for the kids, he needs to understand that the job of father happens when he walks in the door. Not the job of couch potato/observer. Maybe wives could be happier. I can certainly say I for one am very lonely and would love a partner. I have told many people that I am just a single mom with a paycheck.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOTE THE OBLIGATORY "I LOVEMY KIDS AND ALL THAT..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Tim  says:&lt;br /&gt;5 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Veronica you really nailed this topic. I have no idea why everyone thinks you should automatically have kids. This article should be required reading in high schools. It is a huge decision, and one of the only completely irreversible decisions you make in your life. It goes on and on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have 2 kids and I love them and all that. But if I had known what hell this would be I would never have done this.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; I see in the comments some of the ladies saying what about the unhappy wife. I remember when my circle of friends started getting married and having kids. I remember talking about it with my wife as we watched each one as the wife would change. I mean totally change. And the husband wouldn't change. I think it's him NOT changing that is as much of the problem as it is HER changing. Kids change everything. Maybe thats the angle - she rolls with it and he doesn't. We watched as all the women in our group of friends changed their appearance, their priorities, thier likes and dislikes. It w as horrible, I didnt even want them as friends anymore. And we watched as all those husbands were more and more miuserable, not changing at all. Not changing thier lives or at least not wanting to, for the children they had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite watching ALL of our friends become miserable and shitty and have affairs and fall apart, for some dumb reason we just went along with the american model plan, and we had kids too. I think back to that now and can't believe i could ever be that stupid. Now we are in t he exact same place. My wife is completely changed. And I'm not. I'm like the commentor that says he dreads coming home at night. I can't stand to be in our house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had 4 affairs in the past 3 years. My little brother told me tonight that he and his wife are trying to have kids. That's what promted my internet search. &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How the hell do you tell someone that you truly believe with every inch of your soul that having kids is the biggest mistake of your life?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sexy Texan  says:&lt;br /&gt;5 months ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am recently separated from a wonderful husband/person/friend but I realized after almost 9 years of marriage that things weren't working. It wasn't a 'Eureka' moment or anything but after a big fight one night, I realized how unhappy I was and things needed to change....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YES, it was scarey...YES, the thought of being alone worried me but after all was said and done, I am SSSSSSOOOOOO happy to be single again! I can look back now and see how unhappy I was. I really let myself go, too...I put on ALOT of weight, I didn't care about my appearance, I let go of my interests and hobbies....&lt;strong&gt;I had a miscarriage early on in our marriage and I have to say that &lt;em&gt;I am very happy that I did have a miscarriage.&lt;/em&gt; I am not motherly AT ALL!&lt;/strong&gt; Most women are, not me. It was hard to leave the relationship but I have to say..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM SO HAPPY NOW because I am now happy! I am single again and LOVING IT!!! I get to do what I want, when I want and with whom I want! I am so thankful that I am not 'stuck' in a relationship because that was not for me. I do not mean to put anyone down or make anyone feel bad but if you are miserable, you really need to weigh your options. I know that having kids can certainly affect any decisions you might make but your own happiness should mean something, too.&lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I hate being a mother. I am a single mom of a wonderful 9 year old who I love, but at the same time I HATE having to be what I never wanted to be...a mother.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Is it normal to often hate being a mother?&lt;br /&gt;I am someone who never wanted kids, but have two now, a baby and a 3 year old. I spent my 20s enjoying a fab career, and time with my husband doing all manner of things which we enjoyed. We had kids after 10 years together, because it seemed the thing to do - but I never had maternal urges.&lt;br /&gt;To cut a long story short, I find doing kiddie things so boring. I find being with mumsy types really dull as they only talk about kids, and I find the challenges of parenting overwhelming. My life is really awful now, and I feel so cross with myself as I KNEW being a mother would be like this. Obviously it's not the kids' fault....I'm on maternity leave for another 9 mths and the time can't go more quickly so I can get back to my job in journalism. How can I try and enjoy being a parent more?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PART OF ME FEARS ENDING UP LIKETHIS WOMAN: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;HI NOT EVERITING IN LIFE IS ALWAYS HAPPINESS&lt;br /&gt;I AM GOING FOR THE SAME SITUTION I LOVE MY BABY BUT I HATE BEEN A MOM , I was single enjoing my job ,traveling, partyng etc... but my mom , family &amp; friends, put in my head that I was already 36 &amp; I need to setle and have a child ,BIG MISTAKE. people forget that not everyone was born to be a Doctor, to be a teacher, or to be a Parent, and not because you married u need to have kids.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to continue my carrier with her now but is so much harder I love her but i wish some one would came to me before i told me that it was ok if I did not had children but now is too late. I tell evrery cuple that really Have and LOVEEEE a demanding carrier not to have any children because you will be leaving your drem job or leaving your kids with the baby sitter&lt;br /&gt;I too love my baby to death and do everithing so I can to spend time with her but that cost me my dream job ( International field Reporter)&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not the most maternal type. I used to be when I was in high school and college, but all that was put to rest when I had a housemate in his mid-30s and in the middle of a divorce who had his two kids (both under age 2) over at our house every Saturday afternoon. It was cute for a few weeks but after a while it felt like SUCH an imposition, SUCH a pain in the ass that I would do anything to not be in the house on Saturday afternoon so I would not have to see and hear these kids as they took over our living room. Even if I wanted to chill at home on a Saturday afternoon I would find a reason to get out (come to think of it, that might be part of the reason why I was so good about going to shul on Saturdays back then). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now sometimes I cringe when I am around too many small children (not to mention the effects on their parents). One interesting thing I have noted is that in the vast majority of the married couples I know with kids, it seems that the husband wanted kids more than the wife and therefore the husband is more involved. This seems to be as it should be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so knowing kids can have an effect like this on a marriage (and I have had men vent to me personally that their relationships with their wives (who were often long time girlfriends) went to shit the minute they had kids because it's like they don't matter and on the flipside I had the wife of a friend (who just had a baby maybe 2 or 3 months earlier) that in a choice betwen her hisband and her new kid she would choose the kid. I was dismayed, as her husband was a friend of mine of sorts and a nice, quiet guy who I found attractive but a little to mellow for me. I was glad to see him happily married off. Now the wife says she can essentially do without him now that she has a kid. I chalked it up to postpartum hormones and when things stabilize she will be back into her husband again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will say this: I SWEAR TO G-D ON THIS VERY ROSH HASHANA THAT I WILL ALWAYS PUT MY RELATIONSHIP WITH MY HUSBAND FIRST, SHOULD I MERIT MEETING SOMEONE WITH WHOM I WILL MARRY AND HAVE KIDS IN THE FIRST PLACE. Lord knows I have an idea as to what it's like as a single mother, having been raised by one myself. I would rather not have to raise a kid alone (not to mention multiple children - Jeez). To those ends, I want to marry a guy who will be fun (yet responsible, caring and all the rest) so as to help me actualize such a marriage and not lead me down the path of soul-killing suburban domesticity. I want to travel and go to plays and catch live music - with a husband who is as enthusiastic about these things as I am, and for the rest of our lives no matter how old our kids are. I will do my best to make my husband feel like he matters every step of the way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, I have no intention of being a submissive housewife. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To achieve ends like this one cannot have a huge number of kids, which is why I am for an absolute maximum of 3 kids (and that is allowing for an unplanned pregnancy or twins). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this being said I don't want to end up like people I have known, including some family members who never married and never had kids. My aunt Donna seemed bitter the last few years of her life and seemed to regret not having kids. She is said to have even apologized to my grandmother on her deathbed for not having kids. Then there was my Uncle Raymond who died pretty much exactly 2 years ago (during Rosh HaShana of 2006) at age 97 having never married of had kids. Most of the 20 or so people at his funeral were essentially distant relatives who barely knew him. His eulogy was relatively vague, almost like a resume. My mother looked after his health - but she was his sister's granddaughter - because she was basically all he had. I sat there at his funeral and swore that I didn't want to end up like that - dead and no one at your funeral really knows you that well, and having your sent back to a "home" country where nobody really knows you either, because your closest relatives are dead and you have no descendants of your own. I ask myself how he dealt with that internally growing up in a time when everyone got married and had kids no matter how poor they were. Then there were people I met through a professional organization I used to volunteer with where the president of the chapter was wracked with insecurities and ambivalence about marriage and children and realizing I didn't want to end up like her. I might feel like having kids is more of is duty than something I actively want to do, but I believe it will help me manage my expectations of exactly how happy having kids will make me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don't really look forward to it. The happiest mothers I have ever met were those that waited good and long to have kids, after they had sown their wild oats in life. They were ready for the giving necessary to be a good mother. For this reason I am not so terribly worried about getting married and having kids just yet and feel like I still have some time to have fun. I think, if I want to psychoanalyze myself, that it starts with not being overly enamored with dolls and toy dish sets and tea sets when I was a kid. I have never obsessed about my future fantasy wedding as apparently most little girls do. I found that dolls got really boring really quickly and I sense motherhood will get boring about as quickly as the dolls did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that being said, it seems nature has set us up to propagate the species when we are young, stupid and horny. By the time you realize what you've gotten into it is too late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-7612806444845864473?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/7612806444845864473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=7612806444845864473' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/7612806444845864473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/7612806444845864473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-did-this-to-your-parents-and-they.html' title='You Did This to Your Parents (and they will get their revenge)'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-870890722836261676</id><published>2008-09-28T02:57:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-28T03:02:39.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cutesy Marketing Ploy/Sign of the Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vIWSiUB7QY/SN8rJdoqtxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bruw5aZiByY/s1600-h/Shoe+Sale+at+Steve+Madden.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vIWSiUB7QY/SN8rJdoqtxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bruw5aZiByY/s320/Shoe+Sale+at+Steve+Madden.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250963132111304466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I passed this on the way home and thought it was a cute way to use the awful and scary economic news to try and generate sales. Forget for a minute how totally unproductive it is to try to get people worried about money to buy shoes (and their shoes aren't so cheap). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, I had to get a picture...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-870890722836261676?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/870890722836261676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=870890722836261676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/870890722836261676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/870890722836261676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2008/09/cutesy-marketing-ploysign-of-times.html' title='Cutesy Marketing Ploy/Sign of the Times'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5vIWSiUB7QY/SN8rJdoqtxI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bruw5aZiByY/s72-c/Shoe+Sale+at+Steve+Madden.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-8999891501536791392</id><published>2008-08-23T04:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T04:09:55.630-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello, again...</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a long time. Since my last posting I moved out of my mother's apartment (I think the apartment search started in earnest shortly after the last post was written), lost the job I had and then quickly by the grace of G-d (and my boss) I found another one at a bigger better real estate firm. I think I may very well be on my way in life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime I put up a new playlist with nearly 50 cool tracks to check out. You are most likely hearing music from this playlist right now (if you have your speakers on). It's below the links on the right hand side, courtesy of my friend David of &lt;a href="http://www.someoneinatree.com/"&gt;Someone in a Tree&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-8999891501536791392?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/8999891501536791392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=8999891501536791392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/8999891501536791392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/8999891501536791392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2008/08/hello-again.html' title='Hello, again...'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-6847798059147016946</id><published>2007-12-13T01:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T22:16:11.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to Reagan</title><content type='html'>One of the "benefits", if you will, of living with one's parents is stumbling upon forgotten childhood memorabilia. So tonight I knocked over an old electronic typewriter that was waiting (and waiting, and waiting) to be thrown out. I noticed some papers and took them out. Lo and behold what did I find but a letter I wrote to Reagan shortly after the Challenger Disaster, as well as an essay I wrote for my application to Dartmouth, where I said the person I admire most is Michael Dukakis. No wonder I didn't get in! Incidentally, maybe 2 years later I wrote a letter to Dukakis in the last 2 or 3 weeks before the 1988 election urging him to own and be proud of the word "liberal" and to remind the public that the Founding Fathers were the liberals of their time, etc. He wrote back and appeared to actually take the advice but it was too late. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this letter I wrote (but don't remember sending) to Reagan is very interesting and even prescient in a way. What is unnerving is how I sound like such a mom-and-apple-pie good little Republican. I was such a good patriot back then. I used to clap my hands and chant "USA!, USA!" Then I grew up and went to college and never really looked back. Anyway, I got a good laugh out of it and I share it here for you as well. My G-d, I was SUCH a different person back then. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;February 10, 1986&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mr. President: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago when the shuttle tragedy occurred, an idea surfaced that had been in the back of my mind for a week before this fatal accident. The idea was to send a&lt;br /&gt;spacecraft similar to Voyager II that studied Uranus into other galaxies, such as Andromeda, with the potential of discovering life on other planets. If the United States can be the first country on the moon, we can be first to explore other galaxies around us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because this idea may sound far-fetched or idealistic, you may decide to discard this letter. if you do, you will be throwing away the dream of a young American. My dream is really a vision, a vision of rising into the heavens, then walking through space, exploring other galaxies, and also seeking the ends of space, if there are any. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, this is impossible for a human, but with technology and determination, we as a country can fulfill this dream through NASA's space program. Please consider my suggestion and have NASA consider it as well.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely, &lt;br /&gt;Malaika Martin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In matters concerning Earth, it has crossed my mind why we seem to have so many enemies. This is such a great country with our Constitution and how for every country inthe world, there is a group from that country living here in America, that it seems to me that a good deal of, if not all of our enemies are envious of our system of justice. Like jealous children, who would call the better offperson names , they stage terrorist attacks against innocent Americans. If they dislike having Israel being "carved out" of their countries, theyshould choose a leader and &lt;em&gt;peacefully&lt;/em&gt; confront our government. It would save a lot more lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the Russians, we have done nothing to them, why do they dislike us so much? The Soviets and the Americans used to be allies, what happened? The only logical answer is that they are jealous of our system and that thousands, if not millions of people from all overthe world, including their country, move to America, yet, seemingly none move to Russia.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as another analogy, one can compare the United States and its situation to the life of Jesus Christ. He was such a good man, yet, had so many enemies. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~  ~ ~ ~ ~ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord have mercy. This letter is a real hoot as well as rather unnerving. Surprising as it may sound I was NOT a Republican supporter back then but I certainly sound like a hardcore Bush voter in this letter. I basically went from being a somewhat Conservative believing Christian who could pass as a Republican to a Jew who was flirting with Socialism within 5 years. I still have a copy of the Communist Manifesto that I bought in Harvard Square (I believe at Revolution Books on Mass. Ave) shortly after I graduated from college. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But some things never change. I have always been pro-Israel. At the time when I wrote this letter I would have said, "Why don't the Arabs just step aside and make room for the Jews?" After all, if Muslims supposedly believe in the Bible and what it says, it is clear that Jews do belong there, that G-d is backing them up and so it is of no use to protest, or kidnap people or hijack planes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is particularly unnerving is how my assertion that everyone is jealous of how fabulous America is sounds eerily like the patriotic rhetoric that gets bandied about during discussions of September 11th and Al-Qaeda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, it's great to see tha a kid was civic minded enough to write a letter to the President. Now, it seems all so much like writing a letter to Santa Claus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-6847798059147016946?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/6847798059147016946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=6847798059147016946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/6847798059147016946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/6847798059147016946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2007/12/letter-to-reagan.html' title='Letter to Reagan'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-7299489978212399637</id><published>2007-11-23T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T05:10:08.601-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Internet Porn: A Critical Analysis</title><content type='html'>Out of curiosity (after reading an article about the writer's strike that mentioned them), I checked out a site called YouPorn.com, where people post homemade porn flicks (and professional pornsters post videos designed to look like homemade porn). Many people wonder why women don't go for porn. My theory is that it is totally designed around the desires of men and not women. The men are often unremarkable at best and so while it may make ordinary men identify with the guy having sex with the hot woman, from a woman's perspective this is not the slightest bit inspiring - women want to fantasize about sex with hot guys, not Ron Jeremy types.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly as it may sound, the men often have bad haircuts (esp. mullets) and have all kinds of tattoos - in short the men don't look like men I would have sex with. Sometimes the women have bad hair, but bad hair on women is a little more forgivable. One rarely sees awful "big hair" 80s hairdos in a porn video or picture (hard to maintain while lying down, I suppose).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, when the sex depicted in the movie is violent or demeaning to the woman women are NOT going to be turned on by this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the homemade porn on YouPorn was interesting in that the people were all average people, often with decent hairdos and normal bodies. Sometimes the pictures were rather grainy (I suspect some of the videos were shot as far back as the late 80s). The people were usually in a longstanding relationship (quite a number were submitted by married couples) and the sex was totally consensual. In some cases, maybe the women (as well as the men) looked bored, but the show still went on. The sex was probably videotaped in order to spice up a dull sex life in the first place. Interestingly enough, the sex was the same for the most part. 80% of the couples used the same 3 or 4 positions during sex. The sequence usually went something like this: fellatio - woman on top - doggy style -man on top. Sometimes the positions were done in a slightly different order, but usually it was the same 4 things. These videos were about as exciting as watching dogs or other animals copulate. If not that then they set up a camera on a tripod that filmed them from behind. So there was video after video of people's butts bouncing up and down, sometimes on top of the other person's butt. After a while it seemed like a segment from &lt;a href="http://www.mummenschanz.com/"&gt;Mummemshantz&lt;/a&gt; except that it sometimes went on for 25 minutes. I suppose such sexual experiences are more interesting in the moment than as a spectator - sort of like sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This evening after Thanksgiving dinner, my family gathered around the TV set to watch this Family Feud marathon. There was a question about top 10 things it's embarrassing to fall asleep in the middle of. One of the contestants answered that watching porn was one such thing it was embarrassing to fall asleep during. I understood exactly how someone could fall asleep while watching porn after seeing these videos. This is probably why professional porn has to get dirtier and kinkier in order to deal with the boredom factor and keep sales/rentals up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By far, what I found most interesting and quite frankly arousing was homemade videos by couple displaying a lot of passion and intensity during the sex, with lots of foreplay, passionate kissing and rolling around. That's when I wanted to identify with the female character.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see how this could be a problem for the porn industry. Men are easier to please with factory made porn but of most women are like me (and I suspect they are) this kind of passion and intensity is very difficult if not impossible to create in a studio. Porn stars would have to be real actors and actresses as well as people able to have sex on camera etc. And this would be especial;y difficult as the men would have to be attractive AND be able to have an erection on cue on top of being real actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all I have to say is Thank G-d for YouPorn. This way, women can get porn should they want it (or want to use this in their relationships but find their partner's porn collection distasteful) that is more to their liking and it's FREE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-7299489978212399637?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/7299489978212399637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=7299489978212399637' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/7299489978212399637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/7299489978212399637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2007/11/internet-porn-critical-analysis.html' title='Internet Porn: A Critical Analysis'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-3360736858989152405</id><published>2007-10-09T00:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T02:22:03.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeating Terror: Spreading The Gospel of I</title><content type='html'>A couple months ago (at least)I was watching some sort of press conference at the US Institute of Peace with various scholars and pundits giving their thoughts on Iraq and what the US should do. I was struck be one guy (an Iraqi guy) who said that the war on terror is a war of ideas more like the Cold War and not a war that can be won strictly through military means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While generally falling on the right when it comes to terrorism I had to say that this man's argument had a great deal of merit. Fighting when necessary with the likes of Osama Bin Laden as people like him (and Hamas and Islamic Jihad) generally have an attitude of, "If we kill enough people, the other side will be afraid of us and convert to Islam." It is an attitude rooted in early Islam and its expansion by the sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this scholar said that Americans sort of rested on their laurels after the fall of the Soviet Union and that America must use the same tactics it used against communism against Islamism.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not an expert on the Cold War, and I think a McCarthy-ite witch hunt against all Muslims would be a bad idea. However, I have an idea as to how the West can fight Islamic Fundamentalists and do so successfully (for what it's worth, aside from going after their sources of financing like my friend Ilan does with his &lt;a href="http://terrorfinance.typepad.com/the_terror_finance_blog/"&gt;Terror Finance Blog&lt;/a&gt; as well as the work he does in real life).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the West must do is look at itself and ask: How did Europe go from being a Medieval collection of theocracies of monarchies where the king was seen as G-d's representative to becoming as secular as it is today? Now I am no expert of European history so anyone could correct me on anything here, but I think the story goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you had a society where everyone lived in squalor and ignorance but were comforted by the belief that as long as they were good people that reward would await them in heaven for obedience to G-d and King. The People (i.e. the common people) allowed the King, nobles and Church a LOT of leeway because of what they represented. Eventually much corruption became evident (i.e., Fabulously wealthy Church, Pope living in splendor while the common person lives a life that is nasty, brutal ans short. King and Nobles that similarly take advantage of the common person through heavy taxation, conscription into the army, etc.). Most of all there was the emergence of science and the confrontation between religious precepts and scientific facts being revealed by the likes of Copernicus and Galileo. Not to mention the Church's ungraceful attempts at stifling this truth because it was at odds with their teaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This all came to head during the French Revolution. The common man stood up and asked, "What about me? I sacrifice for G-d and King while King, Noble and Pope live extravagantly at my expense. The supposed representatives of G-d sin constantly with no punishment. I might as well look after my own happiness and prosperity in the present instead of hoping for reward in the hereafter." The poor common man then basically stood up and wreaked a certain kind of revenge on the rich an powerful and tried to equalize things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First they started with granting rights to landowners. Landowners were usually men of some means or maybe men who had shown bravery in battle. They were the first to enjoy the spoils of democracy. Then as the ideas of democracy became more normal other groups came to demand participation in the system: women, minorities of every type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must also consider in the equation the dynamic of the Magna Carta, where the Nobles caught the King when he was in a tight spot and exploited that to win concessions from him, spreading power and a say in the government to wealthy, landowning (white - as tehi was in Europe) males. Eventually, common (poor) men in Europe started asking "What about me? I want to be happy, too." Then their wives, sisters and daughters started to ask "What about me" and began to seek happiness. Next non-white men living in places colonized by Europe started asking, "What about me?" Non-White women have benefited from the progress happening around them but in a limited way, especially outside of the industrialized West. They are next, however, as slowly but surely non-white, non-Western women make their authentic voices heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will argue that it has taken Europe at last a good 500 years to get to a point where all human beings are seen as having some right to be happy and have their say in the governance in their state, at least in theory - and as you know we are not 100% there yet. But to paraphrase the old Virginia Slims ads used to say, "Europe Has Come a Long Way, Baby." And of course it spread its progress to its offspring states like the US, Canada, Australia, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, many will say that this focus on the self and what it wants, commonly called individualism, has gone overboard and will lead to the breakdown o Western society. This may be true. Any good thing becomes a bad thing when there is too much of it. But suffice it to say that this individualism is at the heart of what makes Westerners so relatively chill (though unfortunately to the point of utter apathy in the case of Modern Europeans - but once again, you can't really blame them when&lt;br /&gt;you consider how Europeans were so thoroughly burned and screwed over by the Church. Anyone would reject any institution that kept an entire continent in poverty and ignorance for so long for the benefit of the few insiders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One must also not forget the impact of the America's siphoning off a lot of Europe's religious crazies. Thank you, Mother Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my take on how the West can win the Conflict of Civilizations with the Islamic world is NOT through pop culture as it did with the Cold War. Celebrities like Briney Spears and Lindsey Lohan make for excellent counter arguments in favor of a religious Islamic (or otherwise religious) lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what WOULD be very powerful would be to ask ordinary Muslim men and especially women a very simple question: Are you happy? Really happy? What do you want/need in order to be Happy. What do you really want in life?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted many might say, "To serve G-d." I read a couple of blogs by American Muslim women in p;polygamous marriages and was struck by the way in which apparently, Islam sees being in love as a bad thing, like a disease. Apparently, personal happiness is something suspect in Islam. Christians, if they jog their memories, can certainly relate. Jews might be able to relate too but Judaism does NOT see inherent conflict between personal happiness and being a god Jew, no matter WHAT those stupid Woody Allen-esque stereotypes say. The more I look at American Jewish folk culture (and meet and talk to actual Jewish and occasionally also non-Jewish Russians and Eastern Europeans) the more I see the idiosyncrasies of Christian Eastern Europe separate from Judaism itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, ask women in places like rural India, or Pakistan or Iran IN PRIVATE if they are truly happy, what would they really want for themselves and they will likely tell you they wat financial independence so that they do not have to be dependent on husbands who are often domineering of not abusive. They want to be able to make their own choices in life. Men in these cultures would likely benefit from more choices as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ronald Reagan apparently sailed into the White House asking the simple yet admittedly powerful question: "Are you better of now than you were 4 years ago?". If the West were to simply encourage questioning and the empowerment of women and the poor (not like I'm some kind of hippie) by perhaps supporting poor villagers through microlending (though to whom? They may give some of the proceeds to terrorist organizations) we could eventually set off an Islamic Enlightenment - no, a SECOND Islamic Enlightenment that will render the fundamentalists irrelevant and powerless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But while that is going on we must kick ass when necessary.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-3360736858989152405?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/3360736858989152405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=3360736858989152405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/3360736858989152405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/3360736858989152405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2007/10/defeating-terror-spreading-gospel-of-i.html' title='Defeating Terror: Spreading The Gospel of I'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-4350581151673429759</id><published>2007-07-29T14:30:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T17:42:12.729-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Want No Old Ass Man</title><content type='html'>I was on the way home last night and some guy I always see waiting around for a parking space in the middle of the night (and lives in a building near me) essentially tried to get my phone number to ask me out. He had to be in about his mid 40s or so (though my ability to guess someone's age over 40 or so is fuzzy and I have met people I thought were 45 or so who turned out to be 50 or even older).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens to me and various women all the time. WHY IN HELL do these men think they have a chance? This man had to be around 10 years older than me. I was also recently asked out by a man who was 45 and had an 11 year old son and before that by a guy who turned out to be around 54 - a mere TWO years younger than my mother and recently deceased father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do these men really think I am going to date and (good Lord) &lt;em&gt;have sex with them&lt;/em&gt;? Maybe they are not thinking about that as much as they are thinking that &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; want to have sex with &lt;em&gt;me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose for this I also have other women to blame, some of whom DO date men 10, 15 and even 20 years older than themselves. Perhaps thee guys are taking the chance that I might be one of those women. But most women I have spoken to prefer to date men up to, say 5 years older than themselves. This has apparently even been proven by people studying women's stated age preferences on dating sites where women stated that they were looking for men within 5 years of their own age while men wanted to date women their own age or as much as 10 younger - sometimes even disqualifying women who are exactly their own age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth be told, and I will say this loud and clear - I like 'em young, usually up to 5 years younger. I think my JDate profile says I will date men between 27 and or 40. I am 3X. I realize that it cuts both ways and many men in their 20s do not want to date 3X year olds. I see these beautiful men at my gym or meet guys at events and if they are under 30 I assume they will not want to date me or at least not date me seriously. I wait for them to make the first move and gauge if they seem serious or not (one guy was a big flirt and used to flirt with me all the time. It was hard to take him seriously. He would sometimes flirt with me in front of women he was dating - uh, NO!). But any man anywhere in his 30s is fair game to me. I don't think this is unreasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would ask why I am attracting such old men now - do these men think I'm desperate for just anything? Then again, this has been going on ever since I hit puberty, and often the men were not much younger than the guys attempting to get with me now. The thing is that now they are approaching me in a way that is not utterly ridiculous now, like they actually really have a chance or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I would date a guy in his early 40s, but he would have to be SO FINE and have a lot of energy and like to have fun. In fact, I went on a date with a guy who was 42. He was pretty good looking (i.e., he ddn't look old) but kind of bland. I have met people in their early 30s and even their 20s who are such boring, lethargic couch potatoes. I like to go out and enjoy life. As people get older, they are often more likely to prefer quiet evenings at home. I am just not at that stage yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And don't even let the guy have kids. I am not ready to deal with kids, especially 11 year old kids who are cognizant of the world around them. The last thing I want is to deal with the issues surrounding being "that bitch who's fucking my dad" to some kid. NO KIDS. Hell, I am not entirely ready to have my own kids right now. I am barely ready to think of myself as married. Right now I can imagine myself being in a serious relationship, perhaps even engaged with a solid wedding date. Being married is not inconceivable but I don't entirely feel like I am in a rush. This may change 5 years from now, but I am not there yet. When I am there, I will be ready to date 45 year olds and may be willing to deal with kids from a previous relationship (eww).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it is I am OK with men who are divorced. To my surprise I have met men who were not even 30 years old who are divorced. Unbelievable. When did these people have a youth? Or did they? When I was 25 and stared to met people who were married I would react with shock and think, "WHY is this woman throwing away the best years of her life?" The answer was that if you find the right person you just do it or "if it ain't broke, don't fix it." I shook my head at the time and now appreciate young marrieds more. It's nice to have such companionship at an early age - as long as they wait good and long to have kids. And if these people end up divorced at 29 and 30 (I once met a guy when I was in Tel-Aviv who was 25 and divorced. 25 and divorced! For real) then that's more guys with more and better relationship experience who (hopefully) have a better idea of what women want in a relationship for ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I really need to date someone that I will want to have sex with (after years of dating men I didn't really &lt;em&gt;want&lt;/em&gt; to have sex with but just sort of settled for). And right now I do not want to have sex with men who have beer guts and hair growing out of the wrong places (but doies anyone want to ever?). I bust my ass so that nothing on my body sags or jiggles unnecessarily. I also see no reason why I should have to settle for a men closer to my mother's age than to mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-4350581151673429759?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/4350581151673429759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=4350581151673429759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/4350581151673429759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/4350581151673429759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2007/07/dont-want-no-old-ass-man.html' title='Don&apos;t Want No Old Ass Man'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-8096067430633585808</id><published>2007-05-06T06:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T02:35:54.150-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No More SIlly Love Songs</title><content type='html'>I spent this past evening with two couples (not my intention). On one hand it was nice but I am realizing that hanging out with couples, even if they are not married is not only depressing (as you are basically a 3rd wheel on not one but &lt;em&gt;two&lt;/em&gt; dates) but does not help me get myself married any more quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But moreover, it made me sad that I never have experienced that kind of magic. I told one of the women (a friend of one of the women in one of the couples who joined us briefly) that I have dated mostly men I wasn't really into, and so while you never get dogged out by a man (because you don't really care enough and so you can't really be hurt) you also are not really emotionally engaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am really trying to change this, but my main impediment is that it is so hard for me to meet men I an really attracted to. I have to admit I looked at both of these guys and thought the women were, for instance, better looking than the guys. The guys were pretty cool, had good senses of humor were smart, engaging enough conversationalists. But for me this is not enough for me to feel attracted to someone. It happens too often that I understand what the man sees in the woman but not so much the other way around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I suppose that is the mystery of attraction. It worked for them but not for me. I have told more and more men that men themselves are not especially attractive compared to women. What makes them attractive are intangible qualities that appeal to different women. Looks help but after about high school or college it is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once met a guy I found attractive but saw him as one of many attractive young Jewish lawyers in Manhattan. But then I saw the art collection in his apartment - and found out that it was &lt;em&gt;his &lt;/em&gt;art (as in, he personally painted all the art on his walls). Then I found myself really hot for him. The more I found out - the volunteering with Jewish social organizations, the running in races (but no marathons yet) and to top it off the erotic edge to his personality, revealed in part by a well-worn book on different sex positions on his bookshelf, just made me more and more interested in dating him. But it seems he did not see me "that way" despite him flirting with me as he did. It turns out that he flirts with everyone like that. Bummer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find that JDate has been the source of my best and most compatible dates because I can control for personality types and weed out people who are most likely to be boring. I really can't deal with a man who will be boring. I know what I like, and I need a man to be able to deal with it if not share in it. Yet he still has to know he is Jewish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, so many people seem to be finding real happiness that it is starting to make me ask what is wrong with me. Do I give off asexual vibes? It is that they are afraid to take me home to their mothers? Do they assume I am not Jewish (despite meeting me at a Jewish social event)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year between June and about mid December (right before Channukah) I dated 4 men and hooked up with a 5th after 3 dates. Somehow this lucky streak suddenly evaporated and I can't get it back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hope something changes soon. In the meantime I am not interested in hearing any more silly love songs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-8096067430633585808?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/8096067430633585808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=8096067430633585808' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/8096067430633585808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/8096067430633585808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-more-silly-love-songs.html' title='No More SIlly Love Songs'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-4926044580771176779</id><published>2007-05-02T03:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T04:44:35.804-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cool Traxx</title><content type='html'>I really wish I could share streaming samples of the music I download but it seems I can't. So the best I can do is provide links to the songs' URLs on iTunes. You will need to download the program though I assume that most people have it already. Whether you have a Mac or PC you can download it &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/itunes/download/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Click on the links to the songs and it will take you to the page where the album the song is on with the song in question highlighted. If you click on the song you can hear the 30 second sample.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I impulsively downloaded a number of show tunes (favorites from "Fame" and "Godspell", which we performed in a school recital when I was in 5th grade) and decided to try getting the theme song from &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Last_Emperor"&gt;The Last Emperor&lt;/a&gt;, one of my favorite movies. What did I find but this &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playlistId=130012737&amp;s=143441&amp;amp;i=130012814"&gt;cool, chillout-style electronic version of the Last Emperor Theme Song&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at the gym I heard this song by a band called VHS or Beta. I suppose I should know who they are if I want to say I am cool and up on all the latest trends. But truth be told I do not listen to the radio at all and get all my music from the internet. Whatever I stumble upon I stumble upon. What this means is that I may not hear of songs or bands until I see their video on one of the screens at my gym which by then they are already "so 5 minutes ago". Not like I care that much because many of the things I do download no one has heard of anyway so I still appear to be current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, I saw this band's video probably for "Night of Fire" and while checking out their stuff I came across this song that I like more than Night of Fire, &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playlistId=23391112&amp;s=143441&amp;amp;i=23391016"&gt;Forever&lt;/a&gt;. VHS or Beta's sound is hard to categorize, but their page on iTunes compares them to &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Daft_Punk"&gt;Daft Punk &lt;/a&gt;and describes them as "dance punk with a new wave twist". I suppose that is plausible. Either way it's good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lastly I FINALLY found a song I have been looking for for ages - &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playlistId=252702875&amp;s=143441&amp;amp;i=252702889"&gt;Long Honeymoon &lt;/a&gt;by Elvis Costello, originally released in 1982 on the &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Imperial-Bedroom-Elvis-Costello/dp/samples/B0000787FH/ref=dp_tracks_all_1/002-1440417-1970454#disc_1"&gt;Imperial Bedroom &lt;/a&gt;album. This album also has "You Little Fool", not one of my favorites. I randomly taped this song off of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/WFNX"&gt;WFNX&lt;/a&gt; in Boston back in the summer of 1991, when I stayed in Boston instead of going home (my first experience paying rent). It is perhaps my absolute favorite Elvis Costello song ever. It's a song about a woman with a small child who suspects her husband is cheating. It has this jazzy French feel to it. Very suave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last bonus track: &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playlistId=6049291&amp;s=143441&amp;amp;i=6049273"&gt;David by Gus Gus&lt;/a&gt;. I actually got this from a friend who was into all kinds of underground electronic parties that I worked with and hung out with briefly not long after I arrived from Tel-Aviv. This and &lt;a href="http://phobos.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewAlbum?playlistId=6049291&amp;s=143441&amp;amp;i=6049283"&gt;Call of the Wild &lt;/a&gt;(OK that's 2 bonus tracks, but the 30 second sample for David is more representative of the song than Call of the Wild. They are both &lt;em&gt;excellent&lt;/em&gt; songs, though) are sure to be considered modern classics of electronica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to tell me which ones you like!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-4926044580771176779?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/4926044580771176779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=4926044580771176779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/4926044580771176779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/4926044580771176779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2007/05/cool-traxx.html' title='Cool Traxx'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6597679408223238559.post-1600174557752305690</id><published>2007-05-01T02:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T04:37:47.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is a Shabbabnikit?</title><content type='html'>You might ask what is a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Shabbabnikit&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we must start with what is a &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Shabbabnik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. The word &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Shabbanik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; was one of my all time favorite words in Hebrew or, more accurately, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Israelian&lt;/span&gt;". It is one word created from a combination of three languages:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Shabbab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Arabic for "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;bochurim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bochurim&lt;/span&gt; are "young men" in Hebrew, ergo, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Shabbab&lt;/span&gt; are young men in Arabic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; - Russian suffix for something small and cute, like the suffix &lt;em&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;ita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; in Spanish (senora/senorita, Jose/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Joselito&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;abuela&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;abuelita&lt;/span&gt;, etc.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of which is topped off with the Hebrew suffix in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;this&lt;/span&gt; case &lt;em&gt;-it,&lt;/em&gt; denoting a feminine &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Shabbabnik&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that the specific word &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;Shabbabnikit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; probably does not really exist in Hebrew/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Israelian&lt;/span&gt;. However, there is a word that is heard routinely in the press and in ordinary speech: &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Shabbabnikim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. Same thing but topped off with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Hebrew suffix &lt;em&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; denoting &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; masculine plural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moreover, as &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;Shabbab&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is specifically masculine plural you probably cannot have a "&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Shabbabnikit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;". The word in Arabic for &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_24"&gt;bochurah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; is something like &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_25"&gt;Shabbaat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; which would be very confusing to Hebrew speakers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I love this word &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_26"&gt;Shabbabnikim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; because it is like a layer cake displaying &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_27"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; major influences in Israeli &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_28"&gt;society&lt;/span&gt; and culture, from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_29"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; Arabs that were there from beforehand, to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_30"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; many waves of Russian immigration going back to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_31"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; first &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_32"&gt;aliyot&lt;/span&gt; and the influence of the actual Hebrew language that ties them all together, however uneasily. &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_33"&gt;Shabbab&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_34"&gt;nik&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_35"&gt;im&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, just what exactly are &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_36"&gt;Shabbabnikim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;? &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_37"&gt;Shabbabnikim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; are Sephardi/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_38"&gt;Mizrachi&lt;/span&gt; gangsters in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_39"&gt;Pardes&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_40"&gt;Katz&lt;/span&gt;, just across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_41"&gt;Jabotinsky&lt;/span&gt; Street from largely &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_42"&gt;Ashkenazi&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_43"&gt;Bnei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_44"&gt;Brak&lt;/span&gt; (where I lived once for a year and a half). From what I could gather reading the local press (a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_45"&gt;newspaper&lt;/span&gt; called &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_46"&gt;Kol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_47"&gt;Ha'Ir&lt;/span&gt; or "Voice of the City") &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_48"&gt;Shabbanikim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; were basically religious gangsters led by Rabbis who doubled as dons/kingpins/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_49"&gt;gangleaders&lt;/span&gt;, whatever you want to call them. These &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_50"&gt;Shabbabnikim&lt;/span&gt; had rivalries with other gangs apparently not in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_51"&gt;Bnei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_52"&gt;Brak&lt;/span&gt; but in more secular, but also largely Sephardi/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_53"&gt;Mizrachi&lt;/span&gt; neighborhood of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_54"&gt;Ramat&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_55"&gt;Amidar&lt;/span&gt;, just across &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_56"&gt;Kvish&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_57"&gt;Geha&lt;/span&gt; (a large highway that connected suburbs of Tel-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_58"&gt;Aviv&lt;/span&gt; like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_59"&gt;Ramat&lt;/span&gt; Gan and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_60"&gt;Bnei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_61"&gt;Brak&lt;/span&gt; to Jerusalem more directly so that all of these &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_62"&gt;people&lt;/span&gt; wouldn't have to drive into Tel-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_63"&gt;Aviv&lt;/span&gt; to get on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_64"&gt;Ayalon&lt;/span&gt; and contribute to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_65"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; unholy traffic jams there during &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_66"&gt;rush&lt;/span&gt; hour) from &lt;a href="http://www1.biu.ac.il/indexE.php?id=973&amp;pt=1&amp;amp;amp;amp;pid=35&amp;level=3&amp;amp;cPath=35,973"&gt;Bar-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_67"&gt;Ilan&lt;/span&gt; University&lt;/a&gt;. I remember reading in this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_68"&gt;Kol&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_69"&gt;Ha'Ir&lt;/span&gt; about how there was a burglary ring where they basically hired foreign workers (basically non-Jews from Romania and Thailand) to rob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_70"&gt;preople&lt;/span&gt; in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_71"&gt;Bnei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_72"&gt;Brak&lt;/span&gt; on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_73"&gt;Shabbat&lt;/span&gt; knowing that they wouldn't call the police until after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_74"&gt;Shabbat&lt;/span&gt;, hours if not a whole day later, and how one Saturday night (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_75"&gt;Motza'ei&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_76"&gt;Shabbat&lt;/span&gt;, or after &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_77"&gt;Shabbat&lt;/span&gt; is over) a big Rabbi/&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_78"&gt;gangleader&lt;/span&gt; was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_79"&gt;assassinated&lt;/span&gt; in what was basically a drive-by shooting (or what passed in Israel for drive-by shootings, where someone would pull up to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_80"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; victim's car while driving (or while stopped at a red light) and shoot him, as opposed to indiscriminately spraying a city block with bullets like something out of &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boyz_N_the_Hood"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_81"&gt;Boyz&lt;/span&gt; in the Hood&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_82"&gt;Unbelievable&lt;/span&gt;. It changed my perception of the religious world, mostly in adding complexity to it and not just "Oh, what hypocrites" as one would expect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in any event, while I have NOTHING to do with crime or gangsters either here in New York or in Israel, I have always dug this word &lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_83"&gt;Shabbabnikim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; for what it illustrates about Israeli culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the "La Petite", well I am kind of short (though most people don't realize exactly how so because of the shoes I wear) and it does rhyme nicely with &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_84"&gt;Shabbabnikit&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so there we have it: "La Petite &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_85"&gt;Shabbabnikit&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6597679408223238559-1600174557752305690?l=lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/feeds/1600174557752305690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6597679408223238559&amp;postID=1600174557752305690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/1600174557752305690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6597679408223238559/posts/default/1600174557752305690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lilshabbabnikit.blogspot.com/2007/04/what-is-shabbabnikit.html' title='What Is a Shabbabnikit?'/><author><name>Shabbabnikit</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09360631381242512806</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
