Riddle me this: what is not porn nowadays?

We have shoe porn, food porn, sky porn… 

Why not BARN PORN!

My cousin Sue and I cruzed around the Hudson Valley this weekend.

I mean that literally; she rented a Chevy Cruze.

What a fantastic vehicle: Half-boat, half-sportscar.  

I don’t know if it belongs to a 20-year-old dude or my grandma. 

During our drive, we stumbled upon the idea of barn porn.

Basically, I mis-heard what she said about a particularly pretty barn.  

And lo, an inside joke was born! 

We were in the Hudson Valley for a bar mitzvah. Can you believe it was my first? 

This, combined with the fact that I went to a briss two weeks ago, has made June my Month of Jewish Milestones. 

I really liked both. At each, I was reminded that I’m part of something greater than myself: a community. 

I don’t think the point of a briss or a bar mitzvah is for the non-Jewish guests to feel like they’re part of the club, but what an unexpectedly nice takeaway.’

Go Jews!

At the briss, for example, I realized, I’m in the Village that is bringing up my friend’s baby. 

(Though the procedure, which was performed by an MD, was more—ahem—clinical than I’d expected.)

And the bar mitzvah was a cool way for my cousin to step into adulthood. How supportive and encouraging for a kid/man to realize that the community expects him to grow up now-ish. And we’ll help him get there.

Meanwhile, his 34 year-old cousin was taking pictures of barn porn….

It was a great weekend. Which brings me back to my original point… 

Can we all stop with “porn” everything? 

Including me? 

Especially me!!!