It seems that American pop-culture and the English language have together saturated what could have been a thriving Israeli culture of sophisticated art, film, literature, and music. Just flip through the channels: Top Model, Top Israeli Model, American Idol, Israeli Idol, Who Wants to be a Millionaire, Survivor, Israeli Millionaire, Martha Stewart, Oprah, Dr. Phil. Youâ€™ll find television commercials for Israeli products that are entirely in English; youâ€™ll even find plasticized American traditions such as the classic lemonade stand scenario reenacted for commercial purposes in the same nostalgic fashion thatâ€™s been done beforeâ€”white picket fence and all.
Then turn that tuning dial: Britney, Ricky Martin, Rihanna, Jessica Simpson.
And then transliterate from Hebrew the words on any one of those street billboards: HOT, Orange, Super Pharm, New Pharm, Mega, Super Sell, BIG, SMILE.
And lest we forget the vulgar expressions that come out of endless attempts to capture American pop-culture through misinformed translations on clothing: the tagline â€œPussy Kingâ€ on the face of a so-called Burger King T-shirt (usually worn by an Israeli guy showing off the two months he spent driving an ice-cream truck in New Jersey); or a perfectly classy looking woman sporting the slogan â€œKiss Itâ€ across the back pockets of her 1,000NIS ($250) pair of jeans.
Any effortsâ€”if they ever existedâ€”to halt American globalization in Israel have capsized, making way for newer and more counterfeit ways to promote all of the products, sights, and sounds that are already themselves carbon copies of what was once considered quality in American culture. A double-fallacy, and an especially unfortunate scenario for those of us Americans who have seen it all before.
As to why this has happened, it seems like an old topic alreadyâ€”American political support of Israel leads to financial support, which logically leads to a dribbling in of McFlurries, Coca Cola, Pink and Ashley Simpson. But in my three years here I have noticed a frightening upsurge in what Iâ€™ll call the â€œAmericobsessionâ€ that draws me to conclude that so much of the flashy crap I was hoping to escape from when I left America, is now on the prowl to suck me right back in. I once figuratively spat at the windows of WalMart and gave my dollars to Nader. And now I seek news updates from the FOX network and question Obamaâ€™s willingness to use military force. Is it true? Have I become more American since Iâ€™ve moved to Israel? Or have I simply become more Israeli by surrendering to American influence?
The four posts that follow will include a few different investigations into the rampant and largely incurable Israeli obsession with all things American. Weâ€™ll lightly skim the pages of Freud and talk to some Israelis and Americans on the street in order to find out what exactly it is about all of that junk from the States that makes young Israelis trade in their Arik Einstein for Hootie and the Blowfish, their â€˜Operation Grandmaâ€™ for â€˜Team Americaâ€™, and their individual tastes for a load of very expensive dribble. Americans have already fallen for it. Must Israelis now shovel the shekels for a cargo full of bad leftovers?
Written by guest writer Alana Sobelman