Despite the widespread performance and increasing popularity of the contemporary American bar mitzvah, exceedingly little serious secular study has been devoted to this uniquely tenacious ritual. Perhaps this lack of scholarly attention reflects the negative stereotypes of glitz and chopped liver center pieces, or the sense that this is, after all, a religious event best left to rabbis and Jewish educators.

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Jordan Bartel of the Chicago Tribune named the chapter a timeless and saw a feasible Emmy recommendation for Vincent Kartheiser, however sensed the kitchenette sink allegorism and finishing voiceover was a itty-bitty heavyhanded.

I have no name: / I am but two days old. / What shall I call thee? / I happy am, / Joy is my name. / Sweet joy befall thee!