Fabric Softener

I was perusing the search terms that led some of y’all to my blog, and while most were common and expected (Niddah, mikvah, jewish marriage, etc) there was one that was just downright funny. Apparently, someone had googled the question:

“why ultra orthodox jews don’t use fabric softner?”

Apparently, they were led to my blog because of a post where I wrote that you’re not supposed to use hair conditioner when preparing to dunk in the mikvah. 

Just to set the record straight, for anyone who might be wondering,

JEWS CAN AND DO USE FABRIC SOFTENER.

Now, this got me wondering, why would anyone even suspect such a thing in the first place. I came to the only (semi) logical conclusion, which was that because some brands of fabric softener have an OU on them, perhaps someone thought that we can’t use fabric softener? OK, I realize that’s not only not semi-logical, it’s downright non-logical, but I’ll let it slide. And, to answer the question, some brands of fabric softener (and aluminum foil and dish soap and plastic bags and laundry detergent and disinfectant spray, you get the point) have an OU or other kosher symbol on them, because, well, kashrut companies like money. I’m serious. I was once present when someone asked a senior official at the OU why the put hechserim on non-edible products even though that might mislead someone into thinking that they MUST buy the soap with the OU on it, and he said, the companies approach US and ask us to do it. They find that their product sells when it has the OU symbol.  Since the soap technically is made out of all kosher ingredients, we oblige.

It’s either that, or someone thinks you might eat your clothes.

But I’m Nowhere Near There

My brother and sister play this game, anytime one of them sees an unusually awesome looking car on the road, they will send a text message to the other with the name of the car and the place where they saw it. For example “BMW M1, I-95 exit 103” and the other will text back “Awesome, but I’m nowhere near there.”

I have been excluded from this game due to my apparent lack of knowledge of hot new cars. I had to google “cool car” to find an example for my text above.

Recently, though, I saw a documentary on the History Channel-my guilty pleasure- about 1980s technology, and one of the items featured was this car:



It’s a 1982 DeLorean. Technically, a DeLorean DMC12, but because this is the only model the company made, people don’t say the DMC-12 part. Also, it’s the time machine from Back to The Future. Also, its a “cool car” with nostalgia and character. And I love nostalgia. And character.

How To Get That Song Out Of Your Head

THIS site, songtapper.com, is awesome! If you’ve got a beat in your head, but you don’t know the words to the song, you can use your spacebar to play it out, and the site will find songs that have that same beat.

It works much better than the time I googled “song that sounds like dum dum dum dum da dum dum”.

Don’t Worry, Be Happy

In an attempt to decorate our room, my roomate hung up two larger-than-lifesize posters of Abercrombie and Fitch models in our room. They hang from floor to ceiling, and are about 3 feet wide.

A friend of mine came by my room, and we were discussing the posters (I’m not a fan).

She pointed to one of the posters


and said “You know, he’s not so bad looking.” I made an “are you crazy?” face, and told her that if I were to choose, I would go with the other one:

She said “Really? But the first one is so…pensive.”

“True,” I responded. “But the other guy looks so happy and carefree.”

And that’s the difference between her and I.

Part I – "Friday Morning"

It’s 9:30 am. “Eliana”, a friend of mine at UMD, wakes up and goes into the bathroom to do her morning routine. She has a nutrition test coming up that she has been studying for, so vitamins are all on her mind.

“All right,” she thinks to herself. “I’ll be healthy and take a calcium pill today.”

She reaches for the pills and then realizes that since she doesn’t usually take pills in the morning, she doesn’t have a cup in the bathroom. But, no worry, her roomate’s cup in sitting convienently on the counter. And even more conveiniant, there’s already water in the cup.

“Sweet!” Eliana thinks to herself as she gulps down her pill with the water.

But as she drinks the water, “sweet” is not the term coming to mind. More like “bitter” “burn” and “acid”. Thinking that it must not have been water she swallowed, she asks her roomate what was in the cup in the bathroom. Roomate responds “My contacts and contact solution. Why?”

“Eh..” Eliana responds. “I think I just drank your contacts!”