Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Oz

I am the Tin Man. Find me my heart.

Tuesday, September 09, 2003

Little out of Touch, Little Insane

Of course we knew they ran away.

Me, playing some argumentative person:

Reaction: Of course, they live such repressive religious lives. What do you expect?
Cookie Monster: Mhm. And this song was all about children leaving repressive religious lives. Right.

9: It’s because they don’t have sufficient education, as young women in such a community.
C: Rare, in my limited knowledge, is the girl who runs away from home and desires to be in school.

8: They don’t see a future for themselves in this community.
C: How does running away solve or deal with that?

7: They feel closed out of the community, so they had to find another place.
C: How many parents have kids with differing religious viewpoints? Do they have to physically remove themselves to feel safe, or happy?

6: Poor parents.
C: Yes, but please don’t tell me they didn’t see it coming.

5: The parents should have been talking to the girls.
C: Maybe they were. Maybe sometimes there just isn’t good chemistry between parents and kids? Like sweet women whose sons commit suicide.

4: They never should have felt that they need to run away.
C: When was the last time you wanted to run away? Honest! Me, five days ago. But with my husband, and round-trip, please. If you want my kids for the duration, they are very cute.

3: The girls are unbalanced.
C: Maybe. Those unbalanced people sure have a knack for finding each other, though; next-door neighbors, no less.

2: They for sure have unhappy home situations.
C: If you look deeply enough, in every home (that I’ve visited on this dear planet of ours) there are dysfunctions. In one family, you can have ten kids (well, at least amongst us charedim you can), with each child turning out different, and attributing their successes or shortcomings to their home. A lot has to do with temperament, and a lot is siyata dishmaya (Divine assistance). The same thing that works well for one kid turns another kid off.

1: Don’t they know how dangerous the world can be for two young girls on their own?
C: I hope the cops have explained that to them, if their parents hadn’t or they weren’t in listening mode when their parents did.

...It's just easier than dealing with the pain...

The unGreat Divide

Browsing fellow bloggers' pearls is always edifying. Josh had something interesting to say about the chiloni/charedi (secular/religious) dynamic in Israel. At least prior to the newthink (may it have a long life, at least 120 years…) inspired by the blowing up of bus #2.

Josh says:
"…these are very secular Israelis who don't particularly like Chareidim and at times can be downright nasty in their expression of this dislike."

Can I relate! Dealing with a secular Israeli woman at work (thank G-d no longer in my department), I had a really hard time understanding the paradox. Here you had an educated, secular woman, liberal with regard to everything. Mention anything that she could remotely relate to charedi life, however, and the diatribes would start. Her liberalism ended where religious Judaism began.

Oddly enough, Josh says that most chilonim agreed that the charedim they personally knew were fine people.

Nixon-style “them”-ing. Works every time.

We must be onto something, garnering so much group hostility. Something good.

Monday, September 08, 2003

I've got readers! :-"

Better make sure my words are soft, I may yet have to eat them one day....

Friday, September 05, 2003

Praise the L-rd and Pass the Ammunition

So I'm learning that a good blog should have titles, and a properly good one should have outrageous ones. We'll strive for good first.

Those kebab-cleaver-wielding foul-mouthed spectators. [Ed. link dead by now] Gotta luv em.

Have a Good Shabbos. Don't snore during the rabbi's sermon, please. At least we get a variety of sermons, not a one-size-fits-all from the Department of Religion.

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

Just realized that my new template has no links capability auto-built-in, which meant that when I tried to insert a column of links, it ended up at the bottom of the web page. Yuk. So I switched again. This is like socks. Joy.

Okay, people (this blog reminds me of the Philosophy 101 question: if the tree in the forest falls out of earshot, has it made noise? But who wants to make noise? Isn't there enough noise where you live?)

First, a warning: I will be changing identifying details. I prefer that my identity not be discovered, or is it that my identity be not discovered?

Second, I haven't really figured a lot of stuff out, but you can contact me at [ed.] heimishtown at gmail dot com no spam though.

This article was interesting to me, but probably in a different way than many readers. You see, my husband is one of those they don't make in male versions so much lately: an anything-you-need-I'll-do-it guy. It has been extremely difficult for me (okay, so maybe I don't wear the pants, but I apparently have the ego in the family) to let go and let him pitch in. I feel it lessens me as a wife, mother, female, person. And now Emuna Braverman just tells me I'm full of myself. Which is not a bad thing to hear once in a while. That team concept puts things in perspective. How does a person used to singing solo learn to duet? And duets are so beautiful. Harmony and all.

Then there is the other thing, which I was busily blogging about earlier, and hit the post button before realizing I had been disconnected from the net. :(

But hang in there, I'll be back.

That's a threat.