Archive for July, 2008

Hypocrisy

Tuesday, July 29th, 2008

One of the blogs I enjoy reading (when I actually have time for them) is Ask Bossy.  Unlike Dear Abby, she deals with interesting, complicated issues, that have more than one answer.  Anyway, yesterday, she posted this.  To summarize, the poster is dating this girl of a different religion.  He wants to raise his kids within his religion, and while it seems unclear as to what his girlfriend wants, she doesn’t seem to be willing to raise them within her boyfriend’s religion.  They’ve tried breaking up on several occasions, to no avail.  He is at a loss of what to do.  Clearly, this struck a chord.

I read through a chunk of the comments, and was appalled at how nasty some people can be, the assumptions many of them can make.  For instance, many assumed he was Fundamentalist, that he had a problem with other religions.  More than a few claimed that he was selfish, manipulative, a religious nut, inflexible, and bigoted.  A large number railed against him for “cramming religion down his (future) children’s throats”.

Aside from the fact that many of these atheists/agnostics appear to be Fundamentalist (def: strict adherence to any set of basic ideas or principles) themselves, and hence slightly hypocritical, I have a problem with the last statement.  The process of parenting involves indoctrinating one’s children in the values they deem to be true with the hopes that when they mature and formulate their own opinions they will be identical to the ones they grew up with.

A parent, for example, will teach their children that drugs are wrong.  This, too, like religion, is an indoctrination.  Will a parent then be upset if once his child leaves home, and then starts shooting heroin?  Of course!  Not only is it against all that was taught, it is dangerous, and physically harming.  If a parent teaches her child to study hard and do all her homework, and then when she leaves for college she fails her first semester, the parent will also be upset - the child is hurting her odds at a good career and hence a good life.

It is the same with religion.  If a child turns away from the faith he or she was brought up with, a parent fears for his child’s soul.  A good parent will meddle if their child does drugs, and a good parent will get involved if their child “strays” from the religion in which they were indoctrinated.  Good parents will also know when it is time to let go, and allow their children to choose for themselves the life that they want.  Even if it means wasting away with cocaine, or converting to another religion.  For a devout person, these two are both harmful - one physically, the other spiritually.

A parent who chooses to raise her child within the confines of a particular religion (or within the realm of a non-religion, such as agnosticism or secular humanism), is no more cramming a concept down her child’s throat than a parent who makes his child study or eat his vegetables.  A child left to her own devices would never do her homework and would ice cream and cookies for dinner, resulting in bad grades and a bad stomach ache.  That is why they are children - they don’t understand how present actions have future consequences.  Until one day they do, and parents back off, and allow their children to do what they believe will be the best.

What bothered me most, I think, was the inordinate number of people riding the poor guy for refusing to raise children in a religion outside of his own.  I personally would not marry someone who wouldn’t let me raise our children Jewish, just as I wouldn’t marry someone who wouldn’t indoctrinate our children on the value of a good education.

And the vast number of people who called the poster bigoted are, in my opinion, the intolerant ones.

Verbal Diarrhea

Sunday, July 27th, 2008

I am officially moved in. Matt ordered some extra furniture (which arrived today), we got our internet set up (a process that for whatever reason took a million hours), and I bought new pillows! I love new pillows.

It’s a thousand degrees with two hundred percent humidity here. One of those cities where the second you exit the shower you feel as if you need another one.

I treated myself to a wax.  It was amazing.  I plan on making this a monthly thing.

It’s wonderful to be so close to a beach.  There’s a sheirut (a mini-bus) that stops right in front of my flat, takes you down the center of Tel Aviv, and straight to the beach.  Even on Shabbat, when the buses here don’t run.

I managed to get the weirdest tan (aka burn)

Seriously?!

Monday, July 21st, 2008

So, I came back to Jerusalem from moving into Tel Aviv.  As I was approaching my apartment, the Creepy Guy Who Steals Internet was sitting on the bench, and said, “Hey, some sort of creature just walked by and turned the corner, did you see it?” I responded in the negative, and went to check it out. There was nothing there, so I walked back around, and informed him that there was nothing there.  He looked relieved, got up off of the bench, and started walking back to his apartment.

And I wanted to be like, are you kidding me?  I am five foot two, one hundred and thirty pounds.  You are six foot three, and two hundred and something pounds.  And you need me to make sure there is no bogey monster?

These religious guys…I’m telling you…

Moving!

Sunday, July 20th, 2008

I just moved to Tel Aviv.  It’s really just like NYC.  We have “skyscrapers”, people of races and colors, grime, and humidity.  It’s perfect.  Well, my hair doesn’t agree.  It hates it here; but no worries.  I will tame it.  But yea, aside from the fact that I’m swimming in my own sweat, it is awesome.  And I even found flushable litter.  You know what that means: Bella is going to learn how to use the toilet!  She won’t be that happy when I move her on Wednesday…

So now the task of unpacking (my least favorite thing second only to packing) lays ahead.  Oh, and I have to figure out how to use the washer.  It’s all these pictures.  I miss washers that just say: Delicate, Wool, Warm, Whites, Colors.  Why is everything in this country so complicated?

Anyway, if your name is Itai, and you feel like telling me how to use your washing machine,  that would be awesome.

Love always,

Shirah

I <3 NY

Saturday, July 19th, 2008

I was watching Friends earlier today.  There is little I miss about the States, but they were eating big, floppy, NY pizza.  I pine for real pizza.  It’s really not that difficult; I don’t know why the ‘za here sucks.  I yearn…

Classy Times

Friday, July 18th, 2008

Last night Joel and I went to a wine tasting at the Jerusalem Museum’s Sculpture Garden.  It.Was.Beautiful.  It was a lovely evening, with a cool breeze that laps at your skin.   There was soft jazz music in the background.  You could see all of Jerusalem from the edge of the garden; it was lit up like a thousand diamonds.  It was the first time I realized that I will really miss Jerusalem.  It has a majestic splendor that is missing from most other cities.  It had a perfect atmosphere.  The wine was splendid.

It was a perfect evening.

It’s SODA, you idiot!

Friday, July 11th, 2008
What American accent do you have?

Your Result: The Inland North

 

 

You may think you speak “Standard English straight out of the dictionary” but when you step away from the Great Lakes you get asked annoying questions like “Are you from Wisconsin?” or “Are you from Chicago?” Chances are you call carbonated drinks “pop.”

The Northeast

 

 

Philadelphia

 

 

The Midland

 

 

The South

 

 

Boston

 

 

The West

 

 

North Central

 

 

What American accent do you have?
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Feeding the Addiction…

Thursday, July 10th, 2008

I just bought the hottest red fuck-me pumps. They are sexy, and high-heeled. And they were only sixty shekels (aka really cheap). I’m totally in love. Shoes are definitely the best part of being a woman. Oh, that and multiple orgasms. Though, I often wish I could pee standing up. That would save so much time. And I’d never have to get all ish-ed out from hovering over public toilets.

But yea, shoes are a money pit. And I heart it.

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Construction is getting to be annoying.  I can’t wait to move.

Make it Stop

Wednesday, July 9th, 2008

Everything is making me cry.  Like, stupid little things.  Things that I won’t mention here because they are ridiculous, minute, worthless, even.  Retarded things.

I’m more than slightly embarrassed.  It really needs to end.