Just remembered my dream from last night. I showed up at Madonna’s house at 3 AM because it was suddenly urgent that I kasher her kitchen. The Kabbalah Center Berg guy was there, and he kept trying to help but not really helping, like he’d run the utensils under tepid sink water, smile weakly, say, “Is this OK?” and I’d very impatiently tell him no, they have to be immersed in an already-kosher vessel full of boiling water. And I couldn’t decide if I should tell Madge that her pots couldn’t be kashered properly or just kind of do my best because she wasn’t keeping a halakhic kitchen anyway so she wouldn’t really care and wouldn’t want to be bothered. (She was around at 3am–it was OK that I showed up at that hour.)

Yeah, I dunno.

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