Which, of course, is an odd way to feel about a picture of strangers unless it’s a picture of someone suffering somehow, which it wasn’t.
No, the picture that made me sad was of a wedding, which is even odder, since wedding pictures generally elicit positive feelings from most normal human beings – a grouping which I often include myself in! Because it was of a Jewish guy marrying a non-Jewish girl. While technically I know that other people’s lives – especially people I have never met, and will probably never meet – are separate from my own, there is something that makes me feel connected to every single Jew in the world – past, present, and future – even the ones who don’t consider themselves Jewish.
Why does this one mitzvah count more than the others?
For the sake of full disclosure, I’ll admit right now that I have a visceral reaction to intermarriage. Although she did not raise us with too much observance, marrying Jewish was something she drilled into my sisters’ and my heads.
In Hebrew School, they taught all of us little Jews that our people were God's "chosen people." They also taught us lots of other things, like how to read and write Hebrew, and which foods are kosher, but they didn't really do anything to prepare us for a lifetime of dating non-Jews.
Probably because good Jewish kids are supposed to grow up and marry other good Jewish kids.
In short, follow “The Rules,” the 1995 best-selling dating manual written by, ahem, two Jewish women!
In fact, “Rules” authors Ellen Fein and Sherrie Schneider, who I actually saw debate Rabbi Shmuley Boteach many years ago, in a veritable orgy of self-promotion, have bestowed a blurb upon Ms.
And sure, it’s a mitzvah to not intermarry, but it’s not like this guy is observing so many mitzvos anyway if he were willing to marry her.
His parents are rather conservative I believe, and he is a daddy’s boy. But until this guy takes his profile down, declares himself your boyfriend, and tells you he loves you, I don’t think you have very much to worry about, my dear.
He may be stringing me along because you have said ‘any sex is better than no sex.’ His two exes were Jewish.
The gist of her missive (which opens with “I once drove a boyfriend into the arms of a shiksa”) is that gentile women know better than Jewesses how to entice male members of the Tribe — and instead of complaining about “shiksas stealing our men,” Jewish women can “learn from them and prevent them from doing that in the first place.” In a nutshell, here’s what shiksas, according to Roseman, who also refers to herself as “Ms.
Avi,” know and Jewesses must learn: dress sexy but don’t be a slut; take care of your looks; don’t be clingy or JAP-py; do play hard to get and don’t waste your time with commitment-phobes.
This conversation seemed very “un-Millennial”–as a whole, our generation is marrying later, becoming more secular, and embracing different cultures more than any of our predecessors.