by Sala Levin The shocking, but not surprising, news of British singer Amy Winehouse's death at the cursed age of 27 on Saturday seems to have touched an often-untapped nerve. The sad predictability of her death, the tragic sense it made in the context of her life is almost too much to bear. Behold, Amy Winehouse: the Jewish girl who went awry. Winehouse's notorious drug and alcohol addictions, her bizarre public behavior, the strange unsexiness of her hyper-sexualized persona—all of it made her everything a Jewish girl isn't supposed to be. That sinewy woman with the overdone makeup and the gap between her front teeth singing about "F*ck Me Pumps"? She couldn't be Jewish. Jews famously love to claim members of the tribe. Alumni of my Jewish day school proudly boast that Natalie Portman—the Jewish girl du jour—briefly...

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