February 26, 2013

Dancing My Own Way: The Year I Went to 60 Bat Mitzvahs

Immediately, I realized I had in my hands a living record of a very special time and place in the history of American Judaism. I had the great stroke of luck to be going to bat mitzvahs in the 1980s in Nassau County, that storied stretch of land somewhere between West Egg and the Garden of Hair Gel. It meant that, without my even trying, I was at the eye of a perfect cultural storm, where the joyful inanity of a 12-year-old’s inner life collided with bad fashion, new money, and conga lines led by dancers in Spuds MacKenzie costumes.

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