I wear pink for my daughter shirt

SAUY IT: I wear pink for my daughter shirt

I wear pink for my daughter shirt

I got more in touch with my Jewish roots in college, as I began to attend campus celebrations and meet Jews—queer Jews, Jews of color, Jews who didn’t agree with the U.S.’s support for Israel—who didn’t fit the I wear pink for my daughter shirt mold. These days, filling my apartment with friends and stuffing them with chicken, challah, tzimmes and all the other traditional Jewish delicacies is one of my favorite Rosh Hashanah traditions; thanks to the COVID-19 pandemic, though, it wasn’t possible this year, and as I stood in Zabar’s, surrounded by the sights and smells of my childhood, I realized how much I’d been counting on that sense of community. Since I couldn’t have a party, I did the next best thing: I bought a heroic amount of food from Zabar’s, took the solitary train ride back to my apartment, got home, put on my Uggs—an emblem of Jewish American Princess culture I’ve never been able to give up—and rented You’ve Got Mail, losing myself in the oh-so-90’s plot twists as my roommates flitted in and out of the living room (because as a Brooklyn millennial, you’re never truly alone).

 

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