The Frumanista

I've become impossible to please when it comes to romantic fluff.  The basic structure of such a novel is to involve a very easily avoid...

My memory is, pardon my French, in the toilet.  My brain is keeping only primary processing needs online. I am not, as Data would say, opera...

Han and I have been mulling the significance of "experience."  For instance, when Han was dating, he had a married friend inform h...

  Al tiftach peh l'Satan.  I've found he has impeccable timing.  Keeping in mind my prior post, announcing that I am not working on ...

I've been wondering if I should feel like a "bad Jew."  I don't mean pork, obviously. I mean in that once I had kids I...

I would think, that at my age, I would know myself by now. I mean, I'm me, right, so if I don't know myself, who will? (That sounds ...

I'm going to confess something to you now. This secret is so heinous that you must keep it to yourselves.  You'll keep shtum, right?...

In 2017, Indian comedian Hari Kondabolu released a documentary called "The Problem with Apu," detailing the racist depiction of th...

As I confessed, I've actually downloaded Instagram.  I'm very careful with it. I know it can be a gateway to self-loathing due to co...

While once upon a time I used to rail against the evils of smartphones (not in a frum capacity, but rather as constant distractions and time...