|How much LJ mileage can I get outta one trip to the mall???
||[Oct. 13th, 2003|01:50 pm]
One last detail about yesterday's shopping frenzy, a snapshot of the kind of day we had. This is the first time I have ever been out with a group of people who were all Jewish. Lunchtime turned into a fascinating conversation about differing levels of kosher and the horror stories that some of their friends have lived because of it. Though I've had Jewish friends for years, it was the first time I've ever had a chance to sit back and just listen, without the Gentile portion of the crowd being a predominant enough presence to demand continual footnoting or any self-conscious changing of the topic for getting too off-track. I was engrossed by the entire conversation. As we were leaving, though, the three of them realized that the topic of lunch had pretty much been living Jewish.
"That's okay," I replied. "This is the first time ever I've really understood what it was to be a shiksa."
They all laughed, a bit surprised, perhaps, that I knew the term. Kat called me "Gini the goy," and we climbed into the car.
Marla gave the battle cry of "Mall, ho!" to which we all protested that we were not mall 'hos. A couple blocks later I was chiding myself for my weakness for shoes. "I'm such a shoe 'ho," I said, and Marla responded, "Shiksa 'ho!"
I glanced over the back seat. "Wouldn't a Jewish mother consider that redundant?"
The subsequent shrieks of laughter just confirmed that they'd all been thinking the same thing.
(And I really can't remember the last time shopping has been this much fun.)