Rabbi Claude's Scribbles

 I’ve long been a fan of Shakespeare and seen quite a few filmed renditions of his plays, with Laurence Oliver’s Hamlet being my favourite. A few days ago, I watched the “The Taming of the Shrew” with Elizabeth Taylor and her then husband, Richard Burton. What started off as an entertaining and colourful spectacle descended into much darker territory. I’ll admit that this wasn’t a play that I was too familiar with, although I had a general idea of the theme. If you don’t know the storyline, it features a Paduan nobleman (Baptista) who has two daughters and refuses to allow the younger one (Bianca) to be courted (as they used to call it) until her older tempestuous sister (Katherina played with gusto by Elizabeth Taylor) finds a suitor who will be able to ‘tame’ her, as per the title. Richard Burton’s Petruchio enters the picture and the expected mayhem ensues resulting in their being married (allowing young student Lucentio to elope with Bianca) and Petrucio subjecting Katherina to

Joe Cohen has managed to beat forty other applicants by reaching the final stage of the selection process for a senior position at Microsoft.  He leaves his house early but encounters a ten-mile tailback on the motorway due to a serious accident. He arrives at the car park with a few minutes to spare but there are no free spaces.  Driving around and around, he starts panicking and in a moment of desperation looks up to the sky and cries out, “Oh Gd, I’m desperate to make this appointment on time.  If you could find a way of arranging this for me, I promise you that I will go to shul/synagoue every day for every service, give 50% of my monthly salary to Tzedaka/charity and promise to learn a page of Gemara/Talmud (Daf Yomi) every day for the rest of my life.” As the final words leave his lips, the car in front pulls out of the spot enabling him to park directly opposite the entrance to the building.  He looks up at Gd and says, “Don’t worry, I’ve found one!” In Parashat Va’era, we

She is a force of nature that we dare not challenge.  Smart, wise, opinionated and unflappable.  I am generalising a little but I doubt that many of you will disagree.  With her, we usually lose the argument but without her, we would certainly be lost.  I am of course referring to the Jewish mother / wife / sister / daughter / friend (delete as appropriate). The jokes abound. Like the one where little Yossi comes home from school to proudly announce that he’s been given a major role in the school play.  When asked by his parents what it is, he replies, “The husband.” at which point, he is told to go back to the teacher and demand that he be given a speaking part! Years ago, my mother bought me a t-shirt bearing the legend ‘I don’t need Google, my wife knows everything’ which Stephnie has never forbidden me from wearing (did you see how I phrased that?!).  In fact, she beams whenever I put it on. I have met very few Jewish men who admit that they ‘wear the trousers’ in their hom