A woman’s presence is so vaunted that a man cannot be expected to raise a child without her, but she is also deemed ritually impure and cannot touch even a young boy who is not her blood relative. Such is the plight of ultra-Orthodox women.
I waded into the water and it was very soft on my skin and refreshing, a little bit cool but not too cold... Daddy was begging me to rush so he could watch the World Cup final, but I like to take my time about things so I ignored him.
It’s coming from the same place. Some kind of dog-whistle or some shit. Like, “Can we make it more authentic?” I’m often accused of not being “authentic” enough, and people don’t even realize how vile of a thing that is to say.