Go amyth! Let's see if I learn from your productivity!
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Because that's how society works. Whites with whites, blacks with blacks, Asians with Asians, Indians with Indians. "Mixing doesn't work."
Nobody tell Ryan he doesn't work. He's too little and it will freak him out.
Nobody tell the President either.
I'm pretty mixed up too...German, Danish, Irish, English, and Native American.
Yeah but he's Muslim so he doesn't count.
Ugh, P-C. My response would be pretty much along the lines of "Any shame in this family comes from you -- your bigotry and racism. I thought you were better people."
Except we didn't, really.
I don't think those bits are in the Haggadah my family uses - there are about fifteen gazillion different versions available for Reform Jews of varying political and religious inclinations.
I remember the latter but not the former. But then we skip and skim. Hi, confirmation bias!
People could justify their racial bias, because that was The Truth (and a woman's place is in a kitchen and all of that).
In the context of the paragraph and what Matt and I were talking about, the OP is talking about about discomfort itself as insufficient justification. One person's discomfort doesn't trump another's rights.
And yes, people justify their discomfort all the time, with various levels of accuracy and veracity. And that is most certainly problematic. See above re: P-C's parents.
I read a bit of Im Tirzu's site, and oh dear.
Indians with Indians.
I read this as it would be ok if you were gay, you could date a baseball player.
That's probably not what they meant, but it's kinda fun to imagine the looks on their faces....
I have successfully assembled a kitchen cart! One of these: [link] And now, I've got to deal with all the little bits of styrofoam packaging that are all over my living room rug (vacuum is broken -- one more thing I need to buy), and figure out how to fix a clogged toilet. (It's one of the new water-saver ones with a weird-shaped bowl so that it's impossible to get a seal with the plunger, so trying to use the plunger just ends up splashing water everywhere. There's a weird-shaped plunger in the bathroom closet, and I tried that one, but it didn't do anything.)
Oh, of course that wouldn't work either. Only Gujarati women whose families are within a certain radius and come from a certain income level and belong to a certain caste will work, of course.
With brothers, right?