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gay-jewish-bucky · 10 months
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A high-quality edit of Keshet's Jewish Progress Pride Flag
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whitesunlars · 2 months
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hey. you. yeah you. if you think every and all zionists are inherently evil and the jewish people have no ties to the levant then the posts about antisemitism are about you.
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iliothermia · 1 year
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madametamma · 9 months
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I just REALLY WANT a version of Clark Kent that was raised Jewish. I know that Superman is for everyone, regardless of faith, ethnicity, background, etc. and I love that, but if we’re strictly talking about where Superman came from, he was created by two Jewish men who were not shy about how much the Jewish stories they grew up with affected their work. So much of the character was inspired by Jewish folklore and religious texts and I would love it if they honored that by making at least one version of the character Jewish.
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Do you know this Jewish character?
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Edit: Sorry guys I forgot Andrew Garfield played Spider-Man! (I have never watched a superhero movie ever.) It was in fact a grave mistake on my part to not have his picture. So, updated poll with the iconic Jewish bisexual Spider-Man!
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siderains · 8 days
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what about my sweet boy
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unbidden-yidden · 2 months
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Jewish Song of the Day #18: Am Yisrael Chai
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Happy Chai day!!! We made it to day 18!!!
Am Yisrael Chai basically translates out to "The Jewish People Live," and is a significant phrase because of just how many times people have tried to kill the whole Jewish people.
The original R. Shlomo Carlebach version popularized the phrase as a song a lot more recently than folks might realize, but the sentiment dates back ages. The specific phrase is said to have originated with a British Jewish army chaplain who reportedly called it out at the liberation of Bergen-Belsen after World War II.
There are several versions that I enjoy, but this version has the cute and funny story intro that reminded me of this cross-cultural conversation, so it won.
For those who do not know, 18 is a special number in Judaism, because it represents life and living. This is because every Hebrew letter also has a numeric value, and the Hebrew word for "life" is "chai" / חי and the letters that make it up have the numeric value of 18.
There are many things that one could say about this song, but the bottom line from my perspective is this: it's a celebration of the fact that the people who have tried to kill us off?
They have always failed.
They will, I"YH always fail.
עם ישראל חי!
Here's the one that started it all:
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My friends in yarn, I Simply Cannot Explain It
but I see stockinette stitch and I feel fireworks in my brain
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xghostlightx · 3 months
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1,000 Ways to Say I Love You 1/?
This takes place some time in the first few months of Dash and Claire having re-met and started dating. Probably around 4-5 months into dating? This first part is almost entirely set-up and doesn’t have any actual sneezing in it and I’ll be honest, since I wrote this part my brain has gone into one of its dormant phases of not making the writing chemicals so I’m not sure when I’ll be able to continue this, but I promise that it *will* have plenty of sneezing later. For now it’s ~1.5k words of Dash being (unintentionally) enigmatic and Claire being slightly bewildered and then making some executive decisions.
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The text comes in just as she’s about to pull out of the university campus late Thursday afternoon and since there’s no one behind her she pauses briefly to read it. It’s Dash.
‘Sry 2 cncl so l8 in the wk, but I cnt make it sat’
Claire frowns, he rarely uses abbreviations in text and never that many in one message. It's also odd for him to offer no explanation as to why he needs to cancel their lunch plans for Saturday. 
Normally, since he had texted, she would reply in kind, but another car has pulled up behind her now, so she mounts her phone to its holder on the dashboard and instructs Siri to call him. Her frown deepens when he doesn’t answer. At work maybe, she thinks as his voicemail message plays through, she can’t remember what his schedule was this week. 
“Hey, sorry to call when you texted, but I’m driving and didn’t want to just leave you on read.” She says once the beep ends. “No worries about Saturday, we can definitely do a raincheck. I hope everything’s okay, check in later when you can and tell Ailbhe I said hi.”
He texts a minute or so later, but she forces herself to wait until she’s stopped at a red light to read it. 
‘sry cnt ansr phone, lost my voice’
A little less abbreviation this time and an explanation for why he hadn’t answered at least, but the brevity and almost brusque tone of the message is still odd and a little worrying. The light turns as she’s mulling over this response and so she abandons the thought of shooting a text back. There also doesn’t seem to be much point in calling him again when he’s unable to answer, so much as she doesn’t like it she opts to wait til she’s home to pursue whatever is going on further. Not that it’s quite as much of a mystery as it was, no voice and a need to cancel a date a day and a half from now adds up pretty neatly to suggest he’s sick, the unusually truncated and abbreviated texts remain puzzling though.
Barely ten minutes later she's pulling in at her building and making her way up to her apartment maybe just a little faster than usual. She sheds her coat and drops her bag on a chair before flopping onto the couch and pulling her phone back out, texting him this time. 
‘Hey, sorry for the delayed reply, figured since you can’t answer the phone I might as well wait til I got home and could text you without killing any pedestrians. Sorry about your voice! I’m going to take a wild stab and say you’re sick?’
It's several long minutes before he replies and when he does it’s with all of one word.
‘yeah’
She frowns at the phone again, he’s being very out of character and she’s not quite sure what to make of it. 
‘Are you ok? And if all you text back with is ‘yeah’ I might have to come over there and strangle you’ She sends back after a moment or two of deliberation.
His reply is faster this time, and he’s doubled his word count.
‘sry exhausted’
Well… Now she feels guilty on top of the wave of concerned sympathy that washes over her as she reads this message. Exhausted enough that he’d fallen asleep in the brief space of time it had taken her to get home, she wonders? She hopes not, she’d really feel guilty if she’d woken him just to give him a hard time about his curt, laconic texts. Not a whole lot she can do about it now though except do her best to try to make up for it.
‘Anything I can come over and help with or should I just stop harassing you so you can sleep?’
He’s slower to text back again, and has reverted to a single word reply, but this time it makes her smile.
‘both?’
Shut up and come over, got it, she can definitely do that. Is back on her feet and grabbing her coat already in fact. 
‘Deal. On my way. x’ 
Then, a few seconds later as the thought occurs to her - 
'Can I bring you anything?' 
She supposes she shouldn’t be surprised when the response she receives is ‘u don’t have 2’
In a fit of exasperation she calls him, even though she knows he can't answer. 
"Do I have to is not the question I asked." She tells his voicemail. "Can I bring you anything? As in I would like to bring you something. As in I love you and I'd like you to feel better and if I can contribute to that it will make me feel better. So indulge me you adorable, stubborn little shit." 
Her phone is silent just long enough for her to wonder if maybe this wasn’t the right move before it buzzes with a new text notification and she laughs in both amusement and relief at the little white flag that precedes his message.
‘🏳️ chocolate ice cream & cough drops xx’
Evidently his throat is really bearing the brunt of whatever he’s come down with. 
He texts again just as she’s about to get back into the car. 
'don't knock when you come, might be asleep, door's unlocked'
Arguably a questionable decision on his part, but it doesn’t feel like her place to question him on it, especially when he's evidently so exhausted he anticipates falling asleep in the short time it will take her to make a run to the store on her way over, so desperate for rest that he doesn't want her to wake him if he does. She almost texts back to ask if he's sure he wants her to come over, or if he'd rather just sleep, but she's only just managed to succeed in convincing him that having her bring him some supplies isn't a burden and she's loathe to undermine that so she just sends a thumbs up and pulls back out onto the darkening street.
She opts to stop at a store as close to his apartment as possible in an effort to keep the requested ice cream from melting on the last leg of the trip. Once there she hunts down the most potent looking cough drops she can find and even though he didn't ask for them, adds a box of tissues and some peppermint tea, figuring he could probably use them. She's about to add a dayquil-nyquil combo pack to her basket (because she's seen his medicine cabinet and it does not inspire hope, not for anyone over the age if ten or so anyway) when it occurs to her that capsules might not be the ideal delivery mechanism at the moment if his throat is as sore as it sounds like it probably is. As she's perusing the liquid options her eyes light on a box labeled 'Theraflu flu & sore throat formula' in apple cinnamon flavor which if nothing else sounds like it would at least taste better than nyquil. She has a vague recollection of a college roommate who swore by Theraflu and she can't deny that a hot, sweet drink sounds more appealing than acrid green goop.
On a whim, because a myriad of things about his texts suggest he’s really feeling miserable, she also buys chicken broth, a pre-packaged mix of diced celery, carrot, and onion, and matzo ball mix. She's nowhere near the cook he is, but cheaters matzo ball soup she can do. Finally, with the addition of the requested ice cream, she makes her way to the register. 
Less than ten minutes later she’s outside his door and pauses there for a moment, irresolute, but then shrugs and takes him at his word not to knock. Even with his warning that he might be asleep she's still sort of expecting him to shuffle into the hall to greet her, but he doesn't, so she makes a quick detour into the kitchen to deposit her groceries before heading for the living room. There she finds him very much asleep on the couch, face pressed into the cushions, one arm dangling off the side. 
He certainly looks both sick and exhausted, all shadowed eyes and flushed cheeks, nostrils rubbed a raw, chapped pink, a sharp contrast to the pallor of the rest of his face. She frowns at a slight puffiness near the back of his jaw - just a trick of the angle he’s got his head at? Or are his glands actually so swollen as to be visible? She’d like to feel his forehead, but she doesn't want to wake him; if he's fatigued enough that, light sleeper as he usually is, he slept through her coming in, he clearly needs the rest. She hesitates for a moment and then takes the folded throw from the back of the couch and drapes it over him. 
She wonders if he has a humidifier anywhere, he's breathing through parted lips and she can't imagine the dry, winter air is doing his throat any favors. She's not about to go hunting around through his closets without permission though, so she tears her eyes away from him and returns to the kitchen. 
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communistkenobi · 5 months
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I’m curious if other communists have like a religious relationship to their political beliefs for lack of a better word? That’s not a good word to use but I don’t know how else to describe it. I’m solidly atheist but all of the feelings and emotions religious people talk about, revelation and spiritual connection to community and so on are all things I experience pretty regularly and I interpret those feelings as fundamentally communist. the way I take in and absorb information in particular feels revelatory in a religious sense. I’m pretty sure this is fairly common with MLs but I’m curious about it in general
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idiotsonlyevent · 2 days
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rel312 · 8 months
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Clark using bagels as an excuse is so Jewish-coded of him
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elven-child · 3 months
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traincat · 7 months
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In a world where Peter Parker is canonically and explicitly Jewish, do you think Norman Osborn being the Green Goblin should be tied to that as like an anti-semitic thing? Or would it be better to leave it unaddressed and more metaphorical?
I think I've talked about this a little before but I do think there's an interesting potential reading of Norman as a self-hating Jewish man, or someone of partial Jewish heritage. (Spider-Gwen kind of went there in that they linked the Green Goblin name to something Harry was mockingly called because he was rich, with high school Harry of Spider-Gwen having hair that could be interpreted as a Jewfro, but since Harry was not explicitly canonically Jewish in Spider-Gwen, it just kind of came off as the creative team having some unaddressed antisemitism.) I don't think it's the only possible reading of Norman, far from it, but I think there's potential there to kind of explore something interesting, and that it only works if Peter is explicitly Jewish. Otherwise, it shifts from something that has the potential to explore antisemitism and how it manifests in our culture to just another manifestation of antisemitism in our culture. Norman's a really interesting character, even if I think he's misused and mishandled a lot of the times in modern comics, and I think he could be an interesting vehicle with which to explore these themes.
If Peter was explicitly Jewish, I think it's a path that would be potentially interesting, especially in kind of looking at Norman and Peter as very opposite ends of a scale, but that it would have to be handled with a lot of care, and it's not something I would trust to a non-Jewish creative who doesn't have any personal experience with antisemitism. So I don't think it would have to be strictly metaphorical, but that, if the writer wasn't capable of bringing certain experiences to the table, it would be better left that way, because the potential to perpetuate antisemitism instead of addressing it is huge. You can work with a bad comics metaphor in ways you can't work with just bad comics bigotry.
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cheers-mdears · 4 months
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May I go on the record yet again to say that I love that Crowley isn't angry about Falling.
Sad? Frustrated? Sometimes. Remorseful? It's complicated. Yearns to understand? Abso-fucking-lutely. Angry? Resentful? Bitter? ...nah.
He's just *clenches fist* so fuckin' Jewish, I love him so much.
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gingerswagfreckles · 10 months
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the way everyone on this site just assumes all atheists r ex-christians is really fucking gross lol. and frankly just goes to show how christian-centric 99% of you still are.
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