Jews Watching Curb Your Enthusiasm: Who Sits Shiva For A Dog?

Give us your bald, your tired, your huddled complaining masses. Give us Larry David. Read More

By / August 8, 2011
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In essence, Larry David is Che Guevara for the Urban Jew: a freedom fighter for the neurotic.  Thus far this season he’s called out two major modern social infractions.  By the end of this season we’ll come up with a list of the most important things shed light upon by this season of Curb Your Enthusiasm. The “watch my laptop,” for instance has become one of the most pervasive social chafes of our time, however it’s fairly new, birthed as a result of technology, but the “chat and cut,” has existed since days of the Vikings, when Sig The Destroyer would pretend to recognize Thor from the hunt in order to cut the line for mead.

This week, Vance became a veritable Newman in Curb land; unable to keep a decent vow of silence, even with his constant mouthing.  Vance ends up breaking his vow of silence to taddle to Larry and Jeff for eating the dog’s last meal (a scene comparable to “Who’s On First” with it’s old school slapstickery.)

The idea of treating a dog to a last meal contributed to one of the overarching themes of this week’s show: people who treat their dogs like humans.  Do vets actually make the same money as regular human doctors?  Who sits shiva for a dog?  Certainly your dog didn’t have a bris, did it?  Larry also squares off this week against poor parkers and good old Richard Lewis who insists that official confirmation is needed for lunch date to be set.  Yes, it was another week of Larry sticking his nose in other people’s business while at the same time, trying to keep other people’s noses as far away as possible from his own.

Oh what a tangled web Larry weaved.  This week, Larry ended up doing what so many of us before him have done: telling a little lie to avoid minor unpleasantness only to end up in complete upheaval.  In order to avoid having to run one of those egg in the spoon relay races as part of a benefit for a colleagues son, Larry claims he’s temporarily moving to New York.  For most of us, this kind of lie would result in weeks of taking long out-of-the-way drives to work, and avoiding our favorite restaurants, but for Larry David it means actually having to move to the opposite side of the country.

Larry’s loss, our gain.  Curb Your Enthusiasm, in all it’s glory is a “Jew Out of Water” type of series.  We as Jews obviously can thrive in LA, but it’s not what the lord seems to have intended for us.  We belong in New York for a host of reasons, not the least of which is the Chinese food.  Curb Your Enthusiasm in New York City is likely to be the best thing that could happen to the show.  Whether it’s people’s inconsiderate umbrella wielding, having conversations at the top of the subway steps or strangers sitting on your stoop to eat lunch, the complaint fodder is endless.  Give us your bald, your tired, your huddled complaining masses.  Give us Larry David.