Not many people enjoy both country music and gangsta rap. The average country fan doesn't want to listen to black people complain about the ghetto, and the average rap fan doesn't want to hear some cracker-ass cracker talk about his truck and dead dogs. But thanks to Snoop Dogg and Willie Nelson, Americans can finally cross the racial divide and realize that all of our problems can be solved with giant heaps of marijuana. In the new video "My Medicine," Snoop sings about being "high all day, every day," and Willie -- who also boasts a legendary consumption of cannabis -- assists on guitar.

You thought that Obama would bring this country together? Nah, it's all about Willie and Snoop. And mountains of grass. Don't step on the grass, Sam.

Writing about your life is dangerous. The only thing easier than putting your audience to sleep (“I remember the rich aroma of my grandmother’s delicious matza ball soup”) is shocking your audience so thoroughly that you’ll never get hired or go on a date again (“I remember the rich aroma of my grandmother’s delicious matza ball soup the night we first made love.”) A good personal essay has to tell a good story, and most of the time, the best stories are the most personally incriminating. Which is why we’re always so excited when Jewcy users respond to a personal essay—or a feature, for that matter—with long, nakedly honest stories of their own. They’re not ...

The Stranger’s article on the dearth of female stoners (via Gawker, via Feministing) is so right on — not about pot, but about the relationship between women and work:

Perhaps the obstacle to female toking is a fear of looking lazy. Getting stoned is, in effect, a great way to relax. Men are allowed to be lazy—being stoned is part of their farting, pajama-wearing, video-game-playing pantheon of acceptable male relaxation techniques. Since Jeff Spicoli made his debut in 1982's Fast Times at Ridgemont High, and continuing into the entire oeuvre of director Judd Apatow (The 40-Year-Old Virgin, Knocked Up), stonerdom is an accepted part of modern maleness. Their sloth is even kind of adorable.

But modern women are not allowed to be lazy, adorable stoners. Women have to go to college (which they're now doing at higher rates than men), and then get their careers going quickly, before their biological clocks run out. Then they have to have kids and take them to all of their activities. There is no time for women to be slovenly and relax—and if women do relax, it has to be at a gym.

Dude, that’s not about the fear of looking lazy—that’s about the fear of being lazy. And laziness is a grand American tradition, one to which my gender should really be demanding access.

We happen to live in a moment when female laziness is genuinely subversive. The conservative side of the cultural spectrum expects us to work tirelessly—and without pay—to maintain our households. Failing in her feminine duties: The most subversive woman in HollywoodThe progressive side expects us to work equally hard to break the glass ceiling. Meanwhile, the ostensibly-apolitical forces of pop culture want us to weigh 93 pounds and wear full-on makeup whenever we leave the house, both of which require a hell of a lot of effort if you’re not attached at the hip to Rachel Zoe. At this point, there’s nothing more radical than a woman who doesn’t clean, doesn’t strive, and doesn’t work out.

I’m being a bit provocative, obviously, but I’m also not entirely joking. Think for a moment about why people are lazy: because it’s pleasurable. Because lying around in front of a funny movie eating popcorn is more voluptuously enjoyable than either scrubbing the bathroom floor or sitting in a cubical or doing 45 minutes on the elliptical trainer. And female sensual pleasure is still a deeply threatening thing.

The Stranger sort of gets into this:

With all this social pressure on women not to be stoners, the gender divide is not surprising. Every aspect of getting stoned is banned from women's psyches—relaxing, eating, and feeling pleasure. It's reminiscent of old-school ideas about female sexuality—orgasms aren't ladylike so why would women want to have them?

How depressing is that final sentence? It's nice that we live in a society where female sexualty is (semi) accepted, but have we really swapped the old taboos against having orgasms with new taboos against, like, sitting down and having a nice meal? As if women are only entitled to pleasure if it's sexual? If so, maybe we do need a movement of feminist slackerdom. If you're with me, let's all get seven-layer burritos and go watch Daria DVDs. Take that, patriarchy!

Hilarious.

Not This Week: Even if you dip it in salt waterFound out, while searching for US News coverage of Passover, that the WACKY WEED is NOT Kosher for Passover!  

The pro-marijuana Green Leaf Party has told followers that marijuana is not kosher for Passover and that those who observe the holiday’s dietary rules should take a break from it. It said products of the cannabis plant, including hemp seeds, had been grouped by rabbis with foods like beans that are off limits. But if cannabis is nonkosher for Passover, it said, “it is apparently kosher the rest of the year.”

That means you'll have to stop making your Bubbe's kind-bud matzoh kugel (with or without raisins). 

Sorry, Neil!

It should be said that this guy begs to differ.  But still, this must be a huge disappointment for all the Jewish jam-band spring tours. Though as the article states, this DOES seem to suggest that pot isn't treyf year-round.  Something my teachers neglected to mention in Hebrew school....

(note: I tried to think of a clever joke about getting "high" and "leavened" but it just didn't work)