I'll do my part to make sure it comes up again as soon as possible. That right there is a chickenshit-bullshit swirl cone, and I'm not gonna have that.
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In other news, I was reading this book, thank you Nashville library, bopping along to the pleasant reimaginings of Torah stories, and came across the passage excerpted below. And I was all, record scratch! Say huh?
Because making innocent babies atone for patriarchy is totally the way to bring about the feminist revolution.
I mean really now. If you want to go around ritually circumcising forty-five-year-old men as an act of atonement for their participation in, and benefiting from, the patriarchy, well, you be my guest, and good luck with that. But of all the fucked-up justifications for maintaining the full periah (circumcision as it is currently performed, with total removal of the foreskin, practiced since about 140 CE), that is the most offensive to my eyes -- not just because of the ritual scapegoating of babies for what is truly the province of grown-ass men, but because it comes wearing a nominally feminist jacket. News flash: feminism is not to be confused with SCUM. Practiced correctly, it does not involve what is essentially revenge. Except, you know, on babies.
I wonder if the author realized she was invoking anti-Semitic arguments about Jews perpetuating circumcision through the population at large as revenge for the Holocaust. Or whatever. It's antifeminist and anti-Jewish. It made me want to puke on my shoes.
I will be first to admit that the bulk of anti-circumcision "literature" available on the internet at the very least borders on anti-Semitic. But there seem to be several thoughtful Jewish approaches to the issue. Look, I'm not asking Judaism to abandon the practice. I just want some fucking discussion. (And many props to the rabbis on my beit din, an open-minded and discussion-friendly group, whatever their own views might have been.)
Why am I even thinking about this? We have two girls, don't anticipate having any more babies, at least not until Daphne is big enough for me to not be tired and Sophia is big enough to not argue and scream at every opportunity. Maybe I don't have a dog in this particular race, but you know, now I'm Jewish. And I get to talk about it. So there.