Had a migraine and didn't eat for about 36 hours.
When it finally ended and I remembered I should eat something, my eyes happily fell on a box of matzo left over from Pesach because little could be more gentle on a touchy stomach.
As I munched, I looked at the box.
Given that I'm a Jew in my 50s, it occurs to me that this phrase might be used by many Tumblr leftists to describe me:

















