in love with the idea of Clark Kent being the bane of little jewish mothers everywhere because Kryptonian biology means he can't put on excess weight and all the little bubbes keep trying to feed him because he's so skinny and baruch hashem once of these days it'll stick (spoiler alert: it doesn't)
At a sleepover with my friends. It's the middle of the night, we just finished a party and we're all drunk teenagers. What are we talking about? Are we talking about the party? Hardly. About relationships? Nope. About mental health? A little bit. We're talking about how fucking terrifying it is to be Jewish at a time like this.
Randomly thinking about that guy who showed up to my friends' Passover seder this year but had no idea what it was. He wasn't Jewish and the host just told him "we're having dinner at my place tonight," so this guy rolled up thinking we just had fajitas or something, then was forced to sit through an hour of hebrew prayers, arguments about frogs, four glasses of wine and horseradish sandwiches with gefilte fish. I hope he's going well.
the saddest thing about having mostly goyische friends (who i adore) is that i can't bring up chelm bc no one knows what i'm talking about and frankly i think chelm stories were one of the best parts of childhood so y'all are missing out
Usually when I have nightmares about my grandparents they're about them dying of old age or my grandma's dementia getting worse. Was not expecting a nightmare about my grandpa if he was being held hostage by hamas.