Yet I love Passover Seders all the same. I treasure the sense of tradition that comes with performing the exact same rituals my ancestors performed millennia ago and, assuming global warming doesn’t kill us all within the next hundred years, my descendants will be performing millennia from now. That is, of course, if my children and children’s children can somehow resist the shiksa’s eternal siren song and assimilation’s relentless pull. Mmmmm, shiksas.
—
Nathan Rabin, from his new memoir, The Big Rewind
I just started this. So far so good. And I have no idea what he’s talking about. Never dated a shiksa in my life.*
*This is a lie. Sorry mom.
