Wednesday, August 5, 2015 Av 20, 5775
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Roy S. Gutterman, JE Feature
As Pearl Jam's "Better Man" played in the background on the easy listening station, the doctor poked around an area on my body where other men shouldn't be. He grabbed hold, told me to cough, then cough again. At least the incongruous choice of Pearl Jam distracted me from his cold, latex-gloved hands. I'm lost as to when Seattle's '90s...
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Michelle Mostovy-Eisenberg, JE Feature
Last Wednesday evening, Jews between the ages of 21 and 40 met and mingled at the Gershman Y during an event billed as a "Taste of the New Year." Co-sponsored by several local groups, the program combined kosher wine tastings -- served by young congregants from Center City synagogues -- and a getting-to-know-you opportunity just in time for the upcoming...
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By:
Roy S. Gutterman, JE Feature
Just a few weeks ago, the American Dialect Society named "subprime" the word of the year for 2007. The year before, it was "plutoed," and before, that it was "truthiness." Each year, scholars, linguists and lexicographers decide which new words should be formally entered into our dictionaries, or at least what words should be deigned mainstream enough to have formal...
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Roy S. Gutterman, JE Feature
After the party ended and everyone else went home, we stood in the doorway of the guest bedroom. We were two adults -- grown up, both unattached and alone together. As we chatted there, she moved in close to me, and then got quiet. There was a moment. It was one of those moments. It had been a long time...
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Roy S. Gutterman, JE Feature
She was like an onion. No, she did not smell bad or make me cry. But the more we talked, the more I learned about her, and the more I felt like I was peeling away layers of an onion. Her initial e-mail to me sounded depressingly fatalistic about her online experiences: "I'm going out on a limb to write...
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