Are opinionated Jewish women hiding behind stereotypes?

Scratching, clawing, digging. Those words don’t sound very friendly, do they? When it comes to getting beyond the surface of stereotypes, they’re even worse than that. They’re painful. Embarrassing. And uncomfortable. And that’s just when we realize that we’re assuming what we know about someone else. What about the stereotypes that we hold of ourselves? I love seeing myself as a mom.

But I shudder at “mom jeans.” I embrace being a writer. But I sure don’t want anyone to see me as self absorbed. And I’m a hard-core feminist. But I laugh off man-hating commentary. For the record, I don’t hate men. Or wear mom jeans. Or think too highly of myself. There, I feel better now.


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