I don't know how it worked with you and Vivi, but personally, I was never told "don't smoke" or "don't shoplift" or "don't eat out of the garbage." They were just things we didn't do, without having been told. We were also never specifically told to "get good grades." It just happened because it was expected of us. Common sense, I suppose. But then... dum dum dum. "Don't date anyone who isn't Jewish" "Don't go to the prom with a non-Jew" "Go to Hillel, meet Jewish boys/girls" "Don't do it, you're going to get in too deep" "Go to the JSU event" "Bad girl! No dating goyim!" It was forced upon us. I'm not saying that what we did was rebellious, but I think if it had been expected instead of forced, we would have dated more (and ended up with more) Jews than the way that it happened. Geography is also a factor. There were about two Jewish boys my age in Tallahassee. One moved away, and I dated the other. I think because of a lack of Jewish-boy experience in highschool, I was less inclined to hang out with the Jews in college, where at UF, they are less of a minority. In addition to all of THAT, I think that we were raised oxymoronically. We were taught to be open-minded (or like before, it was just assumed of us). Not only does that mean we were more likely to date those outside our Jewish background, but it means we were raised with views that aren't particularly "Jewish." Yes, Jews tend to be liberal, but in more Orthodox Judaism, feminism, darwinism, and other random isms are considered taboo. As intelligent people, we're taught to not take anything for face value, and find more out about things before we make educated decisions. Therefore we can't assume everything in the bible is correct. The three of us may or may not have shyed away from Jewish significant others because many jews do NOT believe the same as we do. It's hard to find Jews who keep kosher who are also so liberal in their thoughts, and therefore hard to find Jews that hold the same traditions splendid, but with the same open-mindedness we've come to expect in our partners.
I'd like to also point out that you're the only married one. Although I see it unlikely that Vivi and Alan would split up they have not "ended up together" nor is my 2.5 month relationship (so far) constituted as "ending up."
2) What's your opinion of Vladimir Lenin? I'm a fan, but I don't think I know enough about the guy to make an educated statement on my opinion of him. He is attributed to one of my favorite quotes, "None are so deaf as those that won't listen."
3) What's your favorite classical myth?
I love the stories about the House of Atreus, particularly ones about Tantalus serving his son Pelops to the gods. I also have particular affinity for the Minerva/Arachne myth, simply because I worked on it so much in Latin I for my Dramatic Interpretation.
4) Do you ever "thank G-d for the moon"? Why or why not?
No. I don't think about the moon, I tend to take it for granted. Just as I don't think about how lucky I am to have water on this planet, or that I have both of my legs. It's not my job to think about those things, and unless they are taken away, I probably won't think about them much at all in my lifetime. That said, it IS my job to think about other things. While I don't thank G-d for the moon, I use moonlight to teach my students to read. Okay, I don't really, as I teach during the day under bright fluorescent lights... but you get what I'm saying. I don't thank G-d that I'm not involved directly in a war, but I do use my freedom of free speech and religion. If we spend our time thanking, we don't spend our time DOING. I'd rather DO and thank through my subconscious.
5) What's your favorite memory of our grandparents?
There are many, I'm not going to pick a favorite. I don't remember Grandpa Milton, as he died before I was born. My memories of Grandma Evelyn are limited. I liked her metal laundry cart, and putting it in front of all the mirrors near her doorway. I liked how she used to take us to Amazing Savings and buy us things. I liked swimming in her pool, and refusing her chopped liver. I also liked her radish-flowers... but I don't remember much about the woman herself. I don't have any particular memories, even. I remember that she drew on her eyebrows but I never saw her do it. I remember she had costume jewelry, but only because it became mine when she died. She never seemed very grandmotherly to me, atleast in the ways I thought a grandmother should be. And that was determined by.. Grandma. And by Grandma, I mean our mother's mother, as you already know, but never to be called "Grandma Helen"-- the idea seems ludicrous. She was just Grandma, and she was perfect. She'd help me make bead braids in the entrance to her laundry area. I'd help her cook and "accidentally" put green peppers in Uncle Marc's food. SHe'd put the magnets we made on her stove. She'd sneak me an extra piece of candy out of that glass jar she used to have. I remember picking kumquats with her, and watching her make a silly face when she ate them. In later years, I remember her going swimming with me when I went to West Palm alone when I was ten. She had just gotten rid of her breast cancer and I thought about how brave she was to be wearing a bathing suit. That same trip, I started crying in the middle of the night, out of homesickness, and she came and held me and stroked my hair until I fell asleep again. When I woke up, she hadn't moved. I liked how every meal included gefilte fish and borscht. I liked it when she asked me to put the spoons out on the table to go with all the cereals they would serve every morning for breakfast. In even later years, I remember asking her if she wanted icecream, because I knew she'd say yes, and mom would let us get some. I remember watching her slowly go downhill, which is certainly not a favorite memory, but a strong one. I remember reminding her that Grandpa wasn't there when she spoke to him at the dinner table. Grandpa I didn't know as well in the younger years. He was the guy who took my nose, but I never really knew him. When they moved to West Palm, I liked his office. I loved his office supplies, and I love dhis newspaper clippings, even though I didn't really understand them. My favorite memories of him are slightly saddened by the reasons why, but I liked him best in the year before he died, when he was trying so hard to take care of Grandma. He had never cooked, never cleaned, never been the caregiver, but I saw him watch the woman he had been married to for (54?) years deteriorate, and him doing the best he can to keep up with what he needed to do to keep her happy and comfortable. Things like making spaghetti and forgetting the sauce, and then not even realizing what he forgot, but knowing that something was missing.
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