Curb your enthusiasm season 8To which we respond that Messiah will come if, and only if, every single secular Jew on earth watches back-to-back episodes of Larry David’s Curb Your Enthusiasm. This Sunday offers the first such opportunity for universal redemption as Rabbi David kicks off the eighth season of Curb (and, by my count, the fourth “final season” of Curb). According to promos, some of the action will take place in New York, which is a promising development because, as our sages of blessed memory teach us, California is no place for a Jew.
Those who wish to understand the Jewish male—or the “Jew Man” as some of my neighbors in Brooklyn referred to us, not always unaffectionately—would be well advised to tune in to HBO on Sunday night. Diversity counselors at universities across America might consider screening episodes of Curb for incoming freshman gentiles unfamiliar with Judaism. For the inescapable truth is that there is a little (and sometimes a lot) of Larry David in every single Jewish male in America. This distressing state of affairs was brought to my attention, somewhat venomously, by my wife after an unfortunate incident that occurred two days after my family moved to Washington, D.C. I cannot repeat all of the details here.
Suffice it to say I have no rational way of explaining why I raised my middle finger (actually both middle fingers; I double-pumped) to our hard-of-hearing next-door neighbor, whose acquaintance I had not yet made and who I thought was blocking our driveway. Mark my words: Every single Jewish man you meet has a little Larry in ‘em. Here is a picture of Brainstorm editor Alex Kafka. The image so completely validates my contention that it requires no further commentary.
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