Would it be romantic for someone to break dramatically with his religious faith for the sake of his or her lover, symbolized by the breaking of one rule in particular, especially if that rule were one of great segregatory (for lack of a better word) power? Stipulating that it would be, it would still probably be a bad idea for an Orthodox Jew to say to his shiksa inamorata that, kashrut be damned, he'd mix his meat with her dairy. This is just a suspicion on my part—I'm not really in a position to test it.
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June 29, 2005
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It's not real cheese any more than head cheese is, though. Isn't dating a shiksa in the first place dayenu?
Posted by: dave zacuto | June 29, 2005 at 06:42 PM
He probably wouldn't actually eat his "meat" either; that doesn't make it better.
(Is head cheese kosher? I'd be surprised.)
Isn't dating a shiksa in the first place dayenu?
Why you gotta make everything so complicated.
Posted by: ben wolfson | June 29, 2005 at 07:04 PM