Bar Mitzvah Disco is not a book, it’s a phenomenon. I offer evidence in the form of a young lady who tried to pick me up on Friendster after seeing me on page 178, aged 9 years and in full rock star regalia. You could also look to the sudden stardom thrust upon my sweet Grandpa Ralph. Thanks to Bar Mitzvah Disco’s vivid chronicle of his lifetime of Challah domination (see the multiple motzis on p. 98), Florida’s senior citizenry now has a new Paul Bunyan.
So what is Bar Mitzvah Disco? The idea was to relentlessly collect as many bar mitzvah photos as possible, and then to share the best of the best with the world. At first a web site, and now a handsomely crafted coffeetable book, Bar Mitzvah Disco works because of its exhaustive execution. They cover everything, “The Joy (Stick) of Manhood,” “Jennifer Grey’s Nose,” and my favorite chapter “The Loneliest Black Kid.”
When you’re done flipping through the pages of Bar Mitzvah Disco, you smile. You smile because you’ve been laughing, and you smile because you know you’re not alone. Now more than ever, you are reminded that there are millions of Jews out there just as fabulously spazzy as you. There is no shame in bar mitzvahs, anymore.