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April 9, 2014

Jonathan Tobin: Why Did Kerry Lie About Israeli Blame?

Samuel G. Freedman: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Jessica Ivins: A resolution 70 years later for a father's unsettling legacy of ashes from Dachau

Kim Giles: Asking for help is not weakness

Kathy Kristof and Barbara Hoch Marcus: 7 Great Growth Israeli Stocks

Matthew Mientka: How Beans, Peas, And Chickpeas Cleanse Bad Cholesterol and Lowers Risk of Heart Disease

Sabrina Bachai: 5 At-Home Treatments For Headaches

The Kosher Gourmet by Daniel Neman Have yourself a matzo ball: The secrets bubby never told you and recipes she could have never imagined

April 8, 2014

Lori Nawyn: At Your Wit's End and Back: Finding Peace

Susan B. Garland and Rachel L. Sheedy: Strategies Married Couples Can Use to Boost Benefits

David Muhlbaum: Smart Tax Deductions Non-Itemizers Can Claim

Jill Weisenberger, M.S., R.D.N., C.D.E : Before You Lose Your Mental Edge

Dana Dovey: Coffee Drinkers Rejoice! Your Cup Of Joe Can Prevent Death From Liver Disease

Chris Weller: Electric 'Thinking Cap' Puts Your Brain Power Into High Gear

The Kosher Gourmet by Marlene Parrish A gift of hazelnuts keeps giving --- for a variety of nutty recipes: Entree, side, soup, dessert

April 4, 2014

Rabbi David Gutterman: The Word for Nothing Means Everything

Charles Krauthammer: Kerry's folly, Chapter 3

Amy Peterson: A life of love: How to build lasting relationships with your children

John Ericson: Older Women: Save Your Heart, Prevent Stroke Don't Drink Diet

John Ericson: Why 50 million Americans will still have spring allergies after taking meds

Cameron Huddleston: Best and Worst Buys of April 2014

Stacy Rapacon: Great Mutual Funds for Young Investors

Sarah Boesveld: Teacher keeps promise to mail thousands of former students letters written by their past selves

The Kosher Gourmet by Sharon Thompson Anyone can make a salad, you say. But can they make a great salad? (SECRETS, TESTED TECHNIQUES + 4 RECIPES, INCLUDING DRESSINGS)

April 2, 2014

Paul Greenberg: Death and joy in the spring

Dan Barry: Should South Carolina Jews be forced to maintain this chimney built by Germans serving the Nazis?

Mayra Bitsko: Save me! An alien took over my child's personality

Frank Clayton: Get happy: 20 scientifically proven happiness activities

Susan Scutti: It's Genetic! Obesity and the 'Carb Breakdown' Gene

Lecia Bushak: Why Hand Sanitizer May Actually Harm Your Health

Stacy Rapacon: Great Funds You Can Own for $500 or Less

Cameron Huddleston: 7 Ways to Save on Home Decor

The Kosher Gourmet by Steve Petusevsky Exploring ingredients as edible-stuffed containers (TWO RECIPES + TIPS & TECHINQUES)

Jewish World Review Dec. 12, 2008 / 15 Kislev 5769

On a scale of 1 to 5, how silly is this?

By Lori Borgman

Lori Borgman
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Email this article | There is no humble way to say this, but I suddenly find myself very popular. Wildly popular. Rock star popular.

I made a purchase at a department store, and the clerk pulled the receipt out of the cash register and wrote her name at the bottom. I thought for a moment maybe she wanted to do coffee. Strange, but we live in strange times.

Then she asked if I would visit the Web site she had circled at the bottom of the receipt and tell them about my shopping experience. It would mean a lot to her.

At the big box office supply store, the kid ringing up my new stapler, circled the Web site at the bottom of the receipt and asked if I would visit it and fill out a survey. They, too, wanted to know about my shopping experience.

I hadn't had this much attention since I walked through an Applebee's with toilet paper stuck to my shoe.

I picked up a drill bit at the hardware store and the cashier there had the same request. The hardware store people would like me to visit their Web site and tell them about my shopping experience.

I was clutching a little piece of metal in a little paper bag. I was in and out of the store in two minutes and it was not what I would call an experience. Buying shoes is an experience. Finding the right accessories is an experience. Savoring good chocolate is an experience; purchasing a drill bit is not.

I picked up a pizza for take-out and the cashier practically pleaded with me to go to their Web site and tell them about my pizza experience. I'll let you know after I eat it, I thought. He threw in the possibility of winning two medium pizzas to sweeten the request.

Never have so many people cared about what I think. All of a sudden, everybody wants to know my every thought. This must be what the Hollywood elite go through. No wonder they're cranky.

I stopped in at the post office to buy stamps and discovered the post office wants my opinion, too. The card store wants my opinion. So does a big box appliance store and an electronics store. It's a virtual epidemic.

Did I like the lighting? Was the staff helpful? How was the selection of merchandise? Was the pepperoni peppy enough? Were the stamps stampy enough? How often do I come? Was I there for business reasons or personal? Do I have any suggestions? Do I own my home or rent? Do I use powdered detergent or gel? How would I describe my shopping experience?

My shopping experiences tend to be alike. I leave the places I shop at with less money than I had when I came in.

A couple of election cycles ago, the big word was "gravitas." Did a candidate have gravitas? Gravitas sounds like an infectious disease, but it actually means someone has a quality of importance that causes others to give serious consideration to what that person has to say.

With everyone clamoring for my opinion, I think I may have acquired gravitas. Now question is: How do I get rid of it?

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