Where am I in the world?

Yiddish storytelling as inspiration to cutting straight to the important points.

Yes it’s nice but how do you clean it

The closest thing there is to hippies in the rigid confines of Jewish Orthodoxy are the Breslovs. A colorful and noisy sect that follows the teaching and instructions of rabbi Nachman of Breslov (located in modern Ukraine) . His teachings include some beautiful legends. In "The Lost Princess" a king, in a moment of anger, tells his daughter to go to "the not-good place". When his anger subsides he sends his viceroy to find her and get her back. Twice this man finds the princess, and each time he fails to meet her lowering standards necessary to save her. In the tradition of Yiddish storytelling you may have encountered on Seinfeld (Elaine confessing she yada yada'd sex) after finding her whereabouts and entering a beautiful city which is very meticulously described and preparing to get her out the story ends like this:
"And how he took her out, he did not tell. But in the end, he took her out."

Just as Elaine says she mentioned the bisque — the important part, the Rabbi is telling his listeners the princess and her eventual rescue are not what we need to take away from this story.

After each failed rescue attempt the viceroy falls asleep for a long time. On waking up he asks his servant "where am I in the world?"

For some reason this specific story stayed with, and not in the Jewish mystical sense which I leave others the task of its interpretation . I see something new, beautiful or not, and generations of my female ancestors echo in my head “yes, it’s nice, but how do you keep it clean?”. Add my chronic fear of domestic chores within a relationship, and here it is, my version of this question asked by the viceroy upon waking up— Who does the dishes?

Gender, class and technological utopias give different answers to the question of "who does the dishes". Gender - it's a gender assigned role, up for renegotiation lately. Class - You can buy your way out of it, unless you’re on the bottom rung. Utopias - the burden is equally distributed between everyone, or done by technology or even magic.

Is doing the dishes a burden to the protagonist or part of domestic bliss? Is the protagonist blind to this task due to his/her charmed life ? Is this a fantasy where existing has no consequences? Whatever the answer in each case, we are no longer yada yadding the dishes.

The Lost Princess https://en.m.wikisource.org/wiki/Translation:Tales_of_Rabbi_Nachman/1

Yada yada’d sex

A short introduction to the Hasidic Breslov practices