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The Sisterhood
Nov. 1st, 2010 07:07 pmSome people belong to sisterhoods or brotherhoods, whereby they enhance the spiritual well being, as well as the physical well being of the synagogue where they are members. Their devotion can be minimalist or the ultimate of support and volunteerism. They get back satisfaction and sometimes a feeling of spirituality.
But I now belong to another type of sisterhood. "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants." There are even some men who join a similar brotherhood. I never thought that I could or would fit into these pants that are passed on from one person to another person as it follows the people and their travails around the world.
One month ago I was verbally encouraged to try on these pants. I pulled the pants up over the one hip and schlepped it up over the other. WOW! Damn! It fit. That would never happen if I needed just an outfit for a wedding or Bat Mitzvah. First I was asked if I was White,
African-American, Native American or Ashkanazi Jew. OOPS. I was the Askanazi Jew, and I was told that I have breast cancer. I have reached one of the ultimate sisterhoods that no one wants to join, unless forced by a momentary physical change that appears without solicitation.
I cried for a minute; but to what benefit? Oh my here come the Psychiatrists and Psychologists coming out of the woodwork or their mahogany furnished offices. They want to give me their opinions. Nope. What will be will be. And they are not fortune tellers extraordinaire.
What I need to do, like the five thousand Israeli women,Arab and Jew,who marched together for the first time, is to speak out. Tell everyone that I am okay. But I want more research done.
We want a way to stop this insanity of the body and soul. I personally want to get rid of these traveling pants as they're itchy from everyone who has been wearing them. There has been no time to clean them before the next person is told to try them on.
This Sisterhood is like a time traveler, going back and forth,searching, finding and losing its way. I will speak out to help the traveler discard her or his insecurities so each one can find a melodious time in their mind and soul.
But I now belong to another type of sisterhood. "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants." There are even some men who join a similar brotherhood. I never thought that I could or would fit into these pants that are passed on from one person to another person as it follows the people and their travails around the world.
One month ago I was verbally encouraged to try on these pants. I pulled the pants up over the one hip and schlepped it up over the other. WOW! Damn! It fit. That would never happen if I needed just an outfit for a wedding or Bat Mitzvah. First I was asked if I was White,
African-American, Native American or Ashkanazi Jew. OOPS. I was the Askanazi Jew, and I was told that I have breast cancer. I have reached one of the ultimate sisterhoods that no one wants to join, unless forced by a momentary physical change that appears without solicitation.
I cried for a minute; but to what benefit? Oh my here come the Psychiatrists and Psychologists coming out of the woodwork or their mahogany furnished offices. They want to give me their opinions. Nope. What will be will be. And they are not fortune tellers extraordinaire.
What I need to do, like the five thousand Israeli women,Arab and Jew,who marched together for the first time, is to speak out. Tell everyone that I am okay. But I want more research done.
We want a way to stop this insanity of the body and soul. I personally want to get rid of these traveling pants as they're itchy from everyone who has been wearing them. There has been no time to clean them before the next person is told to try them on.
This Sisterhood is like a time traveler, going back and forth,searching, finding and losing its way. I will speak out to help the traveler discard her or his insecurities so each one can find a melodious time in their mind and soul.
