I just heard on TV that 50% of Jews in the US married someone non-Jewish.
It’s obvious that time has come for people to start adopting cultural rituals and customs at will, without chaining them to the ridiculously outdated concept of “blood.”
For instance, the Russian N is the biggest Jew I know: he loves his Star of David, doesn’t celebrate Christmas, is bookish and uxorious to a scary degree, drives me nuts with his capacity always to answer a question with a question, and is great with money in a very non-Russian way.
Let’s be consumerist about cultures! This month I can be Peruvian, the next looks good for a spot of Ukrainianness, March is cool for being English, etc. This will make learning more prestigious as people will explore new cultures to adopt temporarily.
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Watch out. That is cultural appropriation. Next you will be running around calling people kafirs and killing journalists.
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Careful, this month I want to be Klingon …
SONGS SHALL BE WRITTEN OF THIS DAY!
YOU SHALL DIE WITH HONOUR!
And Sriracha hot sauce goes great with Rokeg blood pie. 🙂
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My husband’s family was very into everything Metis. Fiddling, jigging, bannock, tea, you name it. But he does not have a drop of Aboriginal blood in him. He is Polish (origianally Ashkenazi) and British. My family is Metis, but you would not know it from our cultural practices. I was brought up in the North End of Winnipeg, so I am very familiar with Polish (and Ukrainian) and British culture.
I used to babysit for a family where the woman, who was of French Canadian/British ancestry, was married to a Japanese gentleman. When you went to their home, you would see a lot of hockey stuff (his), and many martial arts trophies (hers). She used to tease him because he would starve if he had to use chopsticks, while she was proficient.
I sometimes wonder if we have a cultural memory, and search is out if we were denied it in our upbringing. Being “Indian” was not a good thing in my Grandparents’ time, and because they could pass as white, they did everything they could to be white. My husband’s Father faced persecution because of his Polish Jew last name, so he changed it. The Japanese man I used to babysit for – his father was in an internment camp, so they were brought up to be “Canadian”. So we were all denied our culture.
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My parents are a great example of that, to the point where when I describe them, people assume my mother’s the Jewish parent and my father was the Blackfoot one. My mother’s neurotic, dotes on her children, and could argue with G-d Himself. My father was very easygoing, loved his bawdy trickster humour, and was extremely artistic.
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