Submit your biggest stressor and offer a solution, in order for all of us to Make Adar Great Again

Last Week’s Poll

The yetzer hara always finds ways to ramp up the stress and diminish the joy once Adar hits. Last week, we asked you to submit your biggest stressor and offer a solution, in order for all of us to Make Adar Great Again.

The Poem

I totally sympathize with the “poem fretter.” I think the problem is that few Purim-related words have any good rhymes. Like, Chanukah for example has “nights,” which rhymes with “lights.” But Purim words are all like “grogger,” “shalach manos,” and “chayav inish livesumei.” I think a solution might be to get some of the great poets of our time to try and reinvent some words to make them rhyme more easily. Like, call “grogger” a “grostume,” for example. This will conveniently rhyme with “costume.” Alternatively, you can make sure that your costume rhymes with something Purim-like. Dress up like a “gorilla” since that rhymes with “Megillah” (and make sure to give something that is “vanilla.” See? Look at that. You’ve got yourself a real nice poem going…)

—Purim Poet

The Gvir

Ah, why didn’t you think of that before you made your millions? Somehow, I doubt Frendenstein still has the video of you rolling around your 12th-grade rebbi’s floor, but, if he does, is it really that big of a deal? Let him release it a night before the event, and it will give you great content for your speech. You’ll talk about how, as a 12th-grader, you just didn’t realize that Torah is the premier joy in life. Only now, after you trashed Frendenstein in a business deal, have you come to this all-important recognition.

—Financial Advisor

The Seudah

In all seriousness, I think that the biggest stress causer is the seudah. This really is something that should be discussed. There are multiple factors at play. Firstly, since these are usually multiple-family events, there is always that pressure of having to impress. This is coupled with the (often realized) fear that in the end, someone (or everyone) will get too drunk and ruin the entire atmosphere — and no one will even notice what you served. Not sure what the solution is, just sharing what’s on my mind.

—Anonymous

(Originally featured in Mishpacha, Issue 901)