That’s the title of a NY Times article that captures so much of Israeli life from the perspective of a foreigner. Here’s a taste:
Israel is a country held together by argument. Public culture is one long cacophony of criticism. The politicians go at each other with a fury we can’t even fathom in the U.S. At news conferences, Israeli journalists ridicule and abuse their national leaders. Subordinates in companies feel free to correct their superiors. People who move here from Britain or the States talk about going through a period of adjustment as they learn to toughen up and talk back.
Ethan Bronner, The Times’s Jerusalem bureau chief, notes that Israelis don’t observe the distinction between the public and private realms. They treat strangers as if they were their brothers-in-law and feel perfectly comfortable giving them advice on how to live.
One Israeli acquaintance recounts the time he was depositing money into his savings account and everybody else behind him in line got into an argument about whether he should really be putting his money somewhere else. Another friend tells of the time he called directory assistance to get a phone number for a restaurant. The operator responded, “You don’t want to eat there,” and proceeded to give him the numbers of some other restaurants she thought were better.
We can all think of reasons that Israeli culture should have evolved into a reticence-free zone, and that the average behavior should be different here. This is a tough, scrappy country, perpetually fighting for survival. The most emotionally intense experiences are national ones, so the public-private distinction was bound to erode. Moreover, the status system doesn’t really revolve around money. It consists of trying to prove you are savvier than everybody else, that above all you are nobody’s patsy.
You can read the whole article here.
This article makes me wonder if I am Jewish. So much of it reminds me of my family! :)
That is an excellent description and so very true! Some days I miss it a lot. =)
Let me clarify…the giving of oppinions when not asked, or giving of advice to whomever…that reminds me of my family.; not the “long cacophany of criticism,” nor the “fury.” I didn’t want to misrepresent my family to whomever doesn’t know them.
But they do live in a round house!
An elder at our church told me this weekend: unasked-for advice is seldom heeded and always resented.