You always smell like “carrots and peas!!!” Whaaaaalla
“Hypothetically speaking, what if someone doesn’t have enough money?” I asked.
The social worker looked at me, her eyes alighting on the silver Jewish star necklace I was wearing.
“Are you Jewish?”
I nodded. My face flushed, and I looked down at my shaking hands. I taught Hebrew school at my synagogue. I received the Rabbi’s Scholarship for Outstanding Work in the Jewish Community. I kept kosher. And I was 19 and pregnant.
“Ok that’s good, because there is a philanthropic Jewish women’s group that offers a scholarship of $250 to help cover costs. Would you be interested in that sort of thing?”
I wondered if I would have to write an essay or give them my SAT scores or show them my Bat Mitzvah certificate.
“How would I qualify?”
“By being pregnant, and by not wanting to be pregnant. And by being Jewish,” she replied. “Look, I’ll contact the president of the organization, and I can have a check made out to you by the end of the week. Sound good?”
It sounded great. And not because I had found a way to finance my abortion. But because for the first time since I found out I was pregnant, I realized that I wasn’t the first–nor would I be the last–knocked up Nice Jewish Girl.
h/t to my friend, SS, who sent me this link last week
[NB: More people than just cis women need and want access to abortion care.]
This isn’t meant to be a political blog or anything and I might lose followers for posting this, but I thought it was important to share with you all.
Anonymous asked: You know you're Jewish when someone you barely know asks you "are you Jewish?....you look like a Jew."
rudown asked: this blog is my life. omg you look like rachel from glee and bagels. that's all.
When OMG YOU LOOK JUST LIKE RACHEL FROM GLEE!”
fineasdandelions asked: I'm Catholic, but this blog is so amusing. :)
Anecdote on Catholics and Jews:
My mom’s best friend is Catholic and when the new Pope was (..elected? announced? decided on?) she walked over to our house, knocked on the door and when my mom answered all she said was “I’m sorry.” GOOD TIMES!
You open the fridge, realize there are no pickles, and panic… This has never happened before.
You know you are Jewish when reading the hunger games you realize Peeta (Pita) is not spelled the right way.