Sorry Shlomo...

Sometimes Shlomo feels that I use this blog as a way to personally attack him. I don’t think he understands that I can both laugh at and with him at the same time. He should not worry. Personally, I find many of the things that I post about him endearing. It is especially endearing to know that my Phi Beta Kappa from Georgetown can be an idiot.

For example, yesterday, he had a sudden headache develop that he convinced himself was a stroke. All I am saying is this: if it had been a stroke he would probably exhibit more signs than just a headache. He took Advil and it got better for a while. He did say about thirty minutes later that his arm and leg felt numb for about 15 seconds, but he was pretty sure it was psychosomatic. Personally, I find his hypochondria to be cute…annoying on occasion, but mostly cute. And, I must admit...I was concerned, but skeptical.

However, my favorite thing he said this weekend went something like this. I might not have the words exactly right, but they are close.

Shlomo: “You know your blog.”

Anshel: “Yes, I am familiar.”

Shlomo: “What does ‘PC’ stand for? Politically incorrect?”

Anshel: “Are you serious?”

Shlomo: “Yes. What does it stand for?”

Anshel: “What is the name of the blog?”

Shlomo: “PC is for Pop Culture.”

Anshel: “There is your answer.”

Shlomo: “What?”

Anshel: “It’s pop culture. Dumbass.”

I should also report that for a long time, my calling Shlomo “Dumbass” was not well-received. I explained to him that in my family, it was a term of affection. He never really bought that until the first time we were at my parents’ house. We had been there about five minutes. My mom did something. My dad looked at her and said, “Way to go, Dumbass.” Shlomo laughed out loud. He later begged me to explain to my mother why he laughed and that he did not think she was a dumbass. I still don’t think it is his favorite thing when I call him that, but now I do think he knows it comes from a place of love.