Well, after much thought, anguished decision-making and painful realizations, we finally decided to do it.
We decided to say no to Chareidi.
It’s out there now.
I will be digging my comfortable jean skirts out from under all the black and my husband will, once again, don his blue shirts.
Sounds funny to be basing Chareidism on what we wear, but that’s really the source of this whole thing.
When we decided to throw out our old image and just jump in and do it, we thought we already were Chareidi. I mean, how far off could we be? It seemed as though we shared most of the ideological parts of the society. We just looked a little different. We thought if we just blended in on the outside, everything would match up perfectly…
Here are some memorable quotes that made us see the light…
“Oh, I want to be an architect because I can make a lot of money and support my husband, who is going to be the next Rosh Yeshiva. And I’m only going to work four hours a day and the rest of the money will be from Bituach Leumi.”
“You only have one oven? You follow Reb Moshe Feinstein? Oh, so you take the easy way out.”
“The OU is just a little better than the Rabbanut.”
“The reason why Americans don’t wash Negel Vaser after touching toilet paper is that they’re too weak to keep halacha fully, so they need heterim.”
“If you want to get a good apartment, you really have to apply yourself to your learning.”
“Why do you have to embarrass us by working?”
“We’re very open-minded. My son just decided to go out to work, and the family is adjusting to it.”
“Of course you are Chareidi. Just put your peyos up, wear a white shirt and a hat and jacket, have your wife tie her tichels up, only wear nude stocking and cut down on the color, and when you give your son an upsherin, don’t let him stand out, cut his peyos short.”
So you see, it didn’t really work for us.
We’re getting the hell out of here…
5 thoughts on “On Coming Out…”
Touching toilet paper? For real??
Yup…welcome to the Holier Than Thou Land…
woah. I guess I’m not charedi then…
Wow. Please tell me those quotes weren’t actual quotes….
actual quotes…said to me directly…