by Sarah Blustain


Our Royal Line of Interns Reflect on the (Sometimes Happy) Havoc that Judaism, Feminism and Determination Have Wrought

I’m tired of admitting it, but it’s true; I never noticed the gendered-ness of Judaism until it came Into my home. I didn’t notice It in the texts we studied in Hebrew school or at the Orthodox synagogue where my grandparents prayed. I wasn’t even aware, until much later on, that I was the first girl in my Conservative synagogue’s history to become bat mitzvah on Saturday—and to read the haftorah. I took It for granted. But when, a few years later, my grandparents’ eldest son was blessed with his first child—a boy!—all hell broke loose, both in the house and In my consciousness.

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