The film and television industry wants new heroes. It isn’t able to invent the new James Bond, so it uses existing narratives, worked over and distilled to suit a simplistic worldview that has sex appeal and cinematic rhythm
What childhood in a crumbling but diverse Haifa neighborhood taught me about the relationships between immigrants
I’d like to hear David Grossman talk about the responsibility he and his peers bear for this country’s situation. What’s he done, besides blame others?
Primark in Berlin might feel like hell on Earth – but it's where Jews and Arabs put their difference aside in pursuit of cheap stuff
One brainwashes people across the globe using rom-coms. The other is a religious fanatic and a local joke. Who is more dangerous?
It’s hard to imagine a series like 'The Vietnam War' being made about Israel, where war is seen as our inescapable destiny
‘Curb Your Enthusiasm’ star Larry David, who’s more interested in the history of the pastrami sandwich than the Temple, is a better Jew than most of us Israelis
In a room containing Mizrahim, Ashkenazim, Orthodox, ultra-Orthodox, Arabs and Druze, I was the unifying element – they were all against me
How long will kibbutzniks lord their pioneer past over the rest of us Israelis?
The kibbutzim's secret to the good life: to live in the past like perspiring pioneers and to profit from the present like corrupt businesspeople
Opinion Don't Be Fooled by Its Israeli Jewish Gentrification - Jaffa Largely Remains an Occupied Military Zone
Israeli Jews seeking 'authenticity' drove up home prices in disadvantaged Arab neighborhoods of the city, and now it's blowing up in their faces
Any creature that acts aggressively will pay the price, so stop being bleeding-heart leftists. On a gelatinous lynching
What I did (and what I wanted to do) when someone tried to steal my wife's bike before our eyes
I used to get excited about all kinds of things when I traveled abroad – books, records, parties. Now I just go for the food
It won’t be long before a squad of armed vigilantes sponsored by the state positions itself by every wedding hall, demanding the couple prove they're Jewish
Shoppers at Tel Aviv's COS branch are acting like they've reached the Promised Land after 40 years in the desert – an echo of Israeli despair
If reunions are like a juicy gossip column, Facebook is like a spoiler trailer that makes it unnecessary to attend the actual event.
Go ahead, call us escapist Tel Avivians, but the decriminalization of marijuana is a great accomplishment. And to all those moralizing sermonizers: Yes, we know there is an occupation, we aren’t that high.
If Trump’s rise heralds the growth of a new American left, we’re in big trouble. Because in Israel we already know how it ends.
I'd like to teach the world not to sing, for perfect harmony.
Lately, I’ve been wondering: Where have all the indifferent Jews like me gone?
The long arm of the law won't spare a Palestinian stealing a pack of gum. But the electric bike riders who channel Hell's Angels on the streets of Tel Aviv are untouchable.
Dithering over whether to go into the Good Pharm discount drugstore, modeled after the Cofix chain, made me realize we are all victims of the economic system who are trying to survive. A brief history of capitalism.
When I was very young, my mom would take a belt to me when I misbehaved. That's why I became a good boy. No chance of that happening with my son.
My parents immigrated to Israel from the Soviet Union and risked everything in order to become 'privileged'; using this term for gratuitous condemnation undermines the dialogue about the haves and have-nots.
You know what the left’s problem is? Not enough suntan.
I am a product of this place. Of the amazing grace and of the dreadful crime. And if there is no admission of guilt, there’s no reason to puff out our chests in pride.
The categorical imperative of Israeliness is always striving to export; hello ma’am, hello sir, we have an interesting story. A small country. Occupation. Jewishness. Holocaust. Care to buy?
History’s greatest villains are the ones who in their youth knocked other kids off the swing, hurled them onto the pavement, stood over them and laughed a hearty diabolical laugh.
Somehow, David Bowie managed to evade his fate in Facebook, that abattoir of emotions and ideological wasteland. By his death, he commanded us to talk about him.