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Sometimes, having lots of holidays off of work kind of sucks. I thought I would love all the holidays in Israel, but this week was just draining. The Yom Ha'Shoah/Yom Ha'Zikaron/Yom Ha'atzmaut combo is a little too much for my frail mind to take.

Plus, why does everyone in this country insist on being such rabid misogynists? It makes me want to start a riot grrrrl band. I just want to be talked to like a regular human being, instead of feeling like some pretty, pretty princess who gets dolled up to go out and giggle at everyone's jokes or some shit. Barf-o.

In conclusion, this week, with its mouse, its people-making-fun-of-my-mouse-videos, and its psychological mindfuck of holidays, ain't done me no good.

I am longing for American holidays, holidays that are about nothing but shopping, even when they pretend to be about something else. Actually, no I'm not. Writing that sentence just made me feel a lot better about living in Israel. Problem solved.