My parents are visiting for the weekend, and they brought with them some of the frum New York newspapers. I flipped through a few over Shabbos, and a few things jumped out at me. The first was this ad:
Which reminds me of this famous New Yorker cover:
Then there was this:
Notice anything? (Hint: I'd almost expect a mechitza in the third-to-last line.)
There was this ad for a book that's be a must-read if it lives up to it's claims:
It has me debating whether I should spend the twenty dollars to check it out. Can you imagine, incontrovertible evidence for Maamed Har Sinia, and a peek into "evolutionists'" krum thinking!
Lastly, there was a letter-to-the-editor from someone who had recently gotten a subscription thanking the paper for it's good work and saying how woderful it was to have a paper in his home "with the right hashkafa." Perhaps I'm reading too much into this person's wrod choice, but he didn't write, "With my hashkafa," or, "With the Yeshivish hashkafa," he wrote, "The right hashkafa." Implying that all other hashkafaos are the wrong hashkafa.
It's good to have a reminder every now and then of why I moved out of New York.