Call me a dreamer but Im pretty much a free spirit. Always have been in specific areas. I remember wanting to wear a *mini skirt* so badly I tried hiking up my knee-length skirt at a point. Of course a *concerned* classmate spotted me doing that and so I proceeded to roll it back down- positioning it into a *modest* attire choice. When I took Humanities 101 at my local community College- I realized, I absolutely *loved* that subject. I enjoyed learning about how marketing works and how *manipulative* it can be in terms of *commodification of desire* and *Semiotic Analysis*. As i grew older, and *wiser* i realized, marketing doesnt just occur in TV *ads* or billboard signs. *influence* and manipulation can seep into one’s psych from all sorts of preoccupation ex: you find a hot chick and model her in front of a seemingly good quality car but you come to realize, its all a farce and you’ve been bamboozled into believing the car will snag you said looker. Its tragic! You then hit middle age and wonder- where did you go wrong? You fell for the *scheme* and *marketing tactic*. It was just a *ruse*. Its fantasy, not reality and no matter how much you spend on the car- youre never going to hook her into your world of falsity and superficiality. A world where charity events is really all about prestige and honor because its being done publicly-all for recognition. Where *inherent value* is absent in a world that is seemingly so morally upright. Its a facade, a mirage, a veneer. It was all a fantasy.

My spouse chose *blue* this time. Hes fluid like that. *shrug*

this is the renowned Rabbi Jacobson. ChaBad is known to usher in folks who are just craving a good heimish slice of divine potato kugal. Unfortunately it takes way more than a good *side-dish* to sustain a cult. God bless Chabad. And we appreciate your hosting capabilities.