Everyone knows who this is anyway, right?
KM: I read her friends had Narcan on them.
KM: How is that possible? Where does a person even get Narcan?
KM: If something isn’t available on Amazon, I basically assume it’s impossible to buy.
KM: OMG I just checked Amazon and you can buy Narcan there.
AS: What are the reviews like? How many stars?
I’ve noticed that here in Jerusalem, there is an enormous amount of… bread litter. By that I mean, rolls lined atop a fence, or clawed-open plastic bags of a sourdough slices tucked next to a stone stairway, or a mound of challah loaves sadly languishing in an alleyway. What is going on here?
Well, dear reader, I’ve just figured it out, thanks to a two-second Google that, had I done sooner, would have saved me a lot of head-scratching: throwing away bread is a sin for us Jews. Ugh, another thing I didn’t know I should be beating myself up for until now!
From a website called Jerusalem Perspectives:
The importance of sharing one’s bread with the poor has remained in the Jewish consciousness until today. Many people do not want to throw away bread. Instead of dumping their bread along with the rest of their garbage into the garbage carts parked along the streets, they save the bread in plastic sacks and hang it from the metal projections on the sides of the carts (used to hoist the carts into the garbage trucks). That way, the bread is potentially available to the poor. Not all Jews in Israel follow this custom, but lots do, especially here in our neighborhood of Maoz Zion.
It is not unusual to see hunks of bread or part of a roll lying on a curb, or on top of a wall.
If you Google Image “bread in the streets of Jerusalem” (poetic name for… something), you mostly just get a picture of that guy who sits near the Jaffa Gate with his big pastries on a table, which is not what I was going for here.
#hottake alert: Sharp Objects is the lady True Detective. Discuss.
PS I should say I only watched the first episode, begrudgingly, because my WiFi wasn’t working in our apartment in Jerusalem, and there was this irritating but not uncommon thing happening with the TV where I couldn’t hear any of the dialogue but the second there was a score/song in the background, it was SUPER LOUD. But my first thought, upon seeing the final scene in which Amy Adams disrobes to take a bath, revealing a body horrifically scarred by self-inflicted wounds, was, “Oh please, no way you could carve someone’s name onto your shoulder blade with any degree of accuracy. Any adolescent cutter knows that!”
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