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On the flip side, many Modern Orthodox women let their Jewish locks flow in all their glory.
“Hair is not inherently promiscuous or private,” explained one of my Orthodox sources, “but it becomes something that is a symbol of privacy.” Basically, covering your hair is a way to let people know you’re off the market.
Was I throwing this all away after more than two decades of good behavior? The cafe was near her house, and I was anxious that she’d invite me over afterward. As we walked in, I felt a warm feeling of nostalgia coming from the old people singing the Woody Guthrie song “Pretty Boy Floyd.” We whispered to each other, and her face was lit up by the candle on the table.
For more observant Jews, foregoing foreskin is just one of many rules and customs that govern how and when a couple can canoodle.
But before we get that dreidel rolling, it’s important to note that Orthodox Judaism covers a wide spectrum of sects; from the ultra-conservative (Hasidism) to the more secular (Modern Orthodoxy).
She was someone my Orthodox Jewish parents in Brooklyn wouldn’t approve of, which was still the first thing I worried about when it came to dating. As we waited in the station for our trains to take us to different boroughs, hers to Queens and mine deeper into Brooklyn, we chatted until there was an awkward moment, the first of the evening. The next day was mine, so I had the book with me to prepare.
She was a camp counselor at a vegan, LGBT-friendly overnight camp. She’d learned it in college, which to me was way cooler than the kind my Hasidic neighbors spoke at home. According to the TV and movies I watched as a kid, this was progress. And then I tasted the faint taste of cheese crackers. As I wiped off the remnants of our romance from my lips, feelings of intimacy were replaced with regret. How could I get myself involved with someone I could not end up with? Each day, one of us prepared a lecture to give to the group.