The birth/Maariv
In the last decade, you discovered that everything becomes more comfortable when you lower expectations - life is much more complicated when you have expectations, say, that people will be reasonable to each other, that political decisions will be matter-of-fact, that massacre victims will be compensated with enough money to be able to not function from now on for the rest of their lives, or alternatively , that people won't broadcast their birth live on Instagram, at least not for free.
Not because it bothers me.
I can't watch it, and indeed I haven't, I'm just wondering what's behind the fact that everyone freaks out over the event, as if it's not something that's been happening for a decade on every social network and every television channel.
Obviously, this is based on the need for attention and publicity, and of course it's a bit strange, because giving birth is a super intimate thing.
These are the motivations for 90 percent of the things that happen in the Slavic sharing bubble.
Here, too, the motive is the usual motive - not an excessive interest in births or the personality of an insatiable documentary journalist.
Aliko is not with me an angel of the delivery rooms, and the motive is also not a commitment to spread the truth.
But then what?
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Be healthy and full of sponsorships/screenshot, Instagram
After all, everything is so crazy and weird, that almost nothing is supposed to surprise us anymore, certainly not this one.
After all, we live in a parallel universe that works according to the rules of the Hunger Games - we find ourselves every day standing in the middle of life at the sound of the metaphorical cannon firing that tells us that someone else has blown their soul in this horrific game.
Our reality is that every day since the 7th is full of terrible and terrible news, and we, as a people, are forced to decide between a bad option, a worse option, and an option much worse.
Sorry, there's another one - and it's really terrible.
Indeed, yesterday I found myself having a hypothetical conversation about a hypothetical abductee who might come back pregnant and it would be too late for an abortion and I wondered what she would do in such a situation, what would she feel for the child, what would be the fate of such a child and why, actually, because he is not guilty, he is known as The hypothetical fruit of Israel and Gaza - the undeveloped ego and the inconsolable id.
Sorry for Neza, but these are the conversations I've been having for months, and surely you too, so I didn't understand why everyone was so excited about the fact that Alico and Liraz decided to broadcast the birth of their eldest son on Instagram.
What, does that seem like too little privacy to you?
And people who were photographed for the Baby Boom show, what about their privacy?
And those who come to Big Brother, to Hatunami - at least Aliko and Liraz controlled what they were filming, which is more than can be said for almost everything that is aired on television these days.
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So birth live, who will listen.
It's not even the strangest thing that happened this week, after Mai Golan and Merav Ben Ari with a fight at the intelligence level of a special education kindergarten.
To remind you, editions were also opened this week due to the call and Tsapp of mothers, and donations were even collected for a mother who cannot afford a gift good enough for her daughter to be invited to birthdays, and in the end it turned out to be fabricated, I don't even remember for what purpose, and it doesn't matter either.
The point is that I don't understand how anyone has the energy to still marvel at people's need for attention, or their lack of shame, or Ron Nesher, for that matter, who throws stones out of a glass house the most.
My brother, Tol Cora, and save the dying wishes for the anger management program that one day, God willing, you may go to, and it will come to Zion Goel.
So Aliko and Liraz, a strange couple that somehow sits firmly on the incoherent zeitgeist of Israel 2024 - strange, exaggerated, but somehow still survives against all odds - good luck to you, I wish you only the best, and that in the next birth you will also be full of protection.
Because that's the only thing I don't understand - Mila Lida live, just why for free why?
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