eye of the jew

nick spencer has now on multiple occasions turned jewish characters and characters created by jewish people into nazis and completely turned a blind eye to any and all criticism both from jews and goyim alike

he’s reframing nazis as the heroes of his stories. he’s taking our characters and characters we made to represent ideals of hope and turning them into fucking nazis.

antisemitism is on the rise (though it’s literally always been there) and the very last thing we need is the continued normalization of nazis. like y'all can not accept this shit. hydra, death eaters, the first order, etc are thinly veiled and y'all need be critical of how you engage with that shit

best musical quotes with no context

- “the funk of moral fiber rotting”

- “for a clitoris is holy amongst all things, said he”

- “driving mad at twelve miles an hour”

- “i have maggots in my scrotum”

- “southern motherfucking democratic republicans”

- “she was the happiest corpse i’d ever seen”

- “he ran into my knife ten times!”

- “rising on a sea of marshmallow foam”

- “on the lake there was a boat, and in the boat there was a man”

- “it’s not like i’m a healthy person”

- “how do you get this gold shit off?”

- “imagine a world with no children, close your eyes and just dream”

- “four jews in a room bitching”

- “bobby maler he’s the best, looks so nasty in those khakis”

- “you’ll be obsessed with all my forest expertise”

- “i’m fucking the fucking president, oh yeah”

- “i got carried away, and not just by balloon”

- “if i stop smoking crack”

- “don’t use a toaster while standin’ in the shower”

- “she got them heebies and jeebies from moonshine and cheap wine and reefer and candy cane”

- “you’ll have kids and they’ll hate you too”

- “a potpourri of contradiction”

- “this is called an aneurysm hook!”

- “please reward our pluck and save this duck”

White Nationalism, Take One
  • Racist: I'm a white nationalist! Teh whites need their own nation! Free of non-whites.
  • Antifa: Mm-hmm. I see. And how exactly would that work?
  • Racist: What do you mean? We'd take over a country, fill it with teh whites, and have the non-whites leave.
  • Antifa: How will you know which people are "white" and which people are "non-white?"
  • Racist: Well, if they look white, then they're white.
  • Antifa: And what does a white person look like?
  • Racist: They have blond or red or brown hair. Sometimes they can have black hair, too. Their hair is straight. Well, maybe a bit curly, too, but not *too* curly! Their eyes are blue or green or hazel, but some of them have brown eyes. And of course their skin is white!
  • Antifa: OK so if someone has a black hair, and/or curly hair, and or brown eyes/and or light olive skin = they're non-white?
  • Racist: Well, not necessarily but -
  • Antifa: And at what point is a person's skin a shade too dark to be considered white?
  • Racist: Well you know just by look-
  • Antifa: So what is the precise shade of skin that takes someone from "white" to "non-white" status; and who decided that that was the dividing line; and how was it determined in an objective, scientifically-valid way that that particular shade of skin divides "white" people from "non-white" people?
  • Racist: Uh...
  • Antifa: For example, are people from the Mediterranean white or non-white?
  • Racist: Clearly they're white!
  • Another Racist: Clearly they're non-white!
  • Antifa: OK, that's clear. What about Jews? We know Jews with blue eyes and blond, straight hair. So they're going to be welcome in your "white" nation, right?
  • Racist: No.
  • Another Racist: Yes.
  • Antifa: What about Catholics? Are Catholics "white?"
  • Racist: Of course! Catholicism is a religion not a race!
  • Antifa: Like Judaism?
  • Racist: No, that's totally different.
  • Another Racist: Exactly, just like Judaism!
  • Old-timey KKK Member: Catholics aren't white!
  • Antifa: What about the Irish? Clearly the Irish are "white" though, right?
  • Racist: Of course!
  • Old timey KKK member: The Irish aren't white!
  • Antifa: OK, so citizenship in your "white" nation will depend on having with blond or red or brown hair, or sometimes black hair; and that hair will be straight but sometimes curly but not too curly. Your citizens' eyes will be blue or green or hazel but also sometimes brown and their skin will be white but you're not sure how dark it can be before people aren't "white" enough and have to be kicked out and you have no credible way of determining what shade of skin is the dividing point. People from the Mediterranean, Jews, Catholics, and Irish people will either be welcome as "white" or removed as "non-white," depending on which racist is calling the shots.
  • Racist: Let us get back to you about this in a little bit.

anonymous asked:

im a longtime christian and found out not too long ago that i identify as trans/nonbinary... im afraid that im very wrong in the eyes of God. what should i do about this? :(

“There is neither Jew nor Gentile, neither slave nor free,nor is there male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” Galatians 3:28

“But the Lord said to Samuel, “Do not consider his appearance or his height, for I have rejected him. The Lord does not look at the things people look at. People look at the outward appearance, but the Lord looks at the heart.” 1 Samuel 16:7

“For you created my inmost being;
   you knit me together in my mother’s womb.
I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made;
   your works are wonderful,
   I know that full well.”
Psalm 139:13-14

“For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.” Romans 8:38-39

God loves you because of who you are. He doesn’t love you because of your gender. He made you exactly as you are and He loves you regardless of what you feel, believe, or think. There’s nothing that can separate us from His love.

Shout out to the discouraged

Shout out to the converts who feel discouraged because:

Synagogue isn’t welcoming
You can’t learn years of study in a brief time
The rabbi is distant
Hebrew is f'ing hard
You’ve said something stupid to the one person at temple who talks to you
You feel like you are not welcome
You have no home in your past faith
You have no home in your future faith
There are nuances you just don’t get yet
Wondering if you’ll ever feel like you belong
There are so many stinking blessings
613 mitzvot and you struggle with the first 10
Hiding your tattoos from your past
You cringe at the term ‘sexual immorality’
Your family isn’t converting with you
Shabbat is still work when it’s supposed to be rest
Trying not to be a movie Jew steryotype
Holidays are lonely
Holidays are confusing
Chametz on Pesach because you forgot
Saying something stupid at Torah study
Feeling like all eyes are on you
Feeling like you have to be a perfect Jew to be accepted
Wondering if it is all worth it

Love and peace to you all. Know at least one other person is right there with you.

GRAYSON DOLAN X READER

Goodbye

Reader is best friends with Grayson and Ethan, and gets one fleeting day to meet them for the first time, during which time Grayson struggles with the fact that he is helplessly in love with her.

photo creds: sensualkisses.tumblr.com

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Funnily enough, you had met Grayson online. You’d messaged him expecting no response, but for some reason, he did reply. And then he replied again, and again, and now you were best friends, who until today, had never met. He was on tour at the moment, and as much as you’d told him you were so excited for him, a part of you did feel heartbroken knowing that there was no way the twins would ever stop where you lived, nobody ever did. But after the international dates were released, your city had been sneakily added after the release of the list, and it would be the last stop.

You were first meeting them at their meet and greet, which meant that all your past months worth of wishful longing were coming true, and you were going to have to mask your bubbling joy and act semi-normal. The girl in front of you finished her turn, and Ethan and Grayson waved her off politely before spinning in sync to meet the next person, you. They had to play it off like you were any other fan, but it didn’t take a genius to see their dumb grins grow twice the size when they saw you. You zoomed forward, both twins opening their arms for you at the same time, the conflict startling you momentarily, but you went for Gray first. Grayson slinked his arms tightly around your waist, pushing you firmly into his rippled chest, your face buried into the crook of his bronzed neck. He smelt of fresh laundry and overpowering cologne, his breath tingling of mint.

“I wanted to say thank you in person,” you whispered faintly into his ear.

“What do you mean?” Grayson said through a clenched smile, swaying the hug left to right.

“I know you added this tour stop for me,” you smiled into his skin.

Sure, fans in your city had been thrilled to hear they were coming, but the fanbase itself certainly wasn’t booming almost nearly as much as at their other stops, it just seemed a little odd.

Grayson’s cheeks flushed faintly as he squeezed your waist, “I wanted to see you, so why not add another stop?”

You giggled and released him, “We-”

“Are you gonna talk to Grayson all day, should I just give up now?” Ethan said, his arms still weakly outstretched, his lips pouting.

You snorted and leaped into his arms, your legs coming snugly around his waist. 

“Sorry E,” you smiled.

Ethan’s pout faltered a little, “I’ll forgive you if you gimme a ki-”

You shut him up and dropped a kiss on his cheek, your eyes fluttering closed as you felt him smile under your lips.

“Forgiven,” Ethan did his ‘I’m hilarious’ grin, and plopped you back down, his eyes lifting and his smile wavering for a second.

You raised an eyebrow in confusion and turned to G, swearing for a second that you glimpsed…jealousy? Oh well, you shook it off quickly.

You took your picture and and got a hug goodbye, parting with an almost inaudible whisper, “See you soon.”

Later

By the time the show was all packed up, you were passed out at home on your sofa from exhaustion. You heard a knock at your door, and blindly stumbled over to let two extremely hyped boys into your place. 

“Let’s get a pizzaaaa!” Grayson bounced up on the couch, his earring jumping up and down. 

“TWO PIZZAS,” Ethan yelled.

You rubbed your eyes and slapped yourself awake, “O-o-” you yawned wide, “Okay.”

“Are you tired? We can go if you want,” Grayson said, catching on to your sleepiness.

“NO!” you jumped, his words waking you right up, “This is the one time I get to see you two idiots!”

“Why thank you,” Ethan smiled.

You giggled and clawed at your face, “You’re gonna have to hook me up with some of your sugar high.”

“Buy an extra large coke with that pizza then,” Grayson winked.

Those pizzas,” Ethan corrected.

The rest of the night was a blur of stories, coca cola burps, and excessive singing to overplayed songs. Three hours after arriving, one sad piece of cheese pizza remained.

“Who wants?” you groaned out, your belly full of bubbles and pizza dough.

“Share with me,” Grayson smiled wide.


“Gray, I’m gonna explode.”

“Oh come on,” Ethan mumbled sleepily, “couples do it all the time.”

“Couples?” You laughed out loud.

Grayson laughed awkwardly, shoving his fist into Ethan’s belly, “You’re so funny,” he growled.

You plopped down beside Grayson, stretching your legs out onto the couch and resting your head into his ‘Post Show Comfy Sweatpants.’

Grayson looked down at you, his startled expression molding into a satisfied little smile, his brown eyes crinkling.

Grayson lowered the piece of the pizza down into your open mouth, and you quickly swallowed a piece of it, clutching at your stomach in protest.

“Sooo cute,” Ethan mocked before promptly passing out.

“He’s right, you are cute,” you giggled up at Grayson.

“Not as cute as you,” Grayson mumbled affectionately, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear and drawing a pattern across you skin with his thumb.

Well, that was new.

You blinked up at Grayson, struggling to keep your eyes open.

“Gray?” you said.

“Mmm?”

“I’m so beyond happy to have seen you today. I’m so beyond happy that you exist. I love you so much,” you breathed, your eyelids drooping.

Grayson closed his eyes, his teeth grinding together lightly, his hand coming down to rest on your cheek.

“Y/N?” he struggled.

“Yeah?” you managed.

“I love you.”

He said it weakly, barely forcing the words out his lips, and you held onto those three sweet words as you sunk down into your slumber, not realizing the intention behind them.

The next morning

You knew you were too late as soon as you awoke.

The boys were leaving first thing in the morning, and you had slept right through their departure. The only trace of them ever having come was a note.

“You drool when you sleep. Also I’ll miss you, I guess”

- Ethan

Grayson hadn’t written anything, that kind of hurt.

You grabbed your phone, quickly dialing Grayson, who didn’t pick up, so you tried Ethan instead.

“Hey, sleeping beauty,” he said.

You laughed sadly, annoyed at yourself for wanting to cry.

“Hi Ethan, where are you?” you laughed softly.

“In a cab,” he said, “We didn’t want to wake you up,”

“I miss you already,” you smiled sadly, wiping away a small teardrop.

“We miss you too.”

“I don’t think Grayson does,” you mumbled bitterly.

Ethan coughed uncomfortably, taking a second to respond. “I think he misses you a lot, actually.”

You heard Grayson snap something, to which Ethan hissed, “Well maybe if you weren’t such a cowar-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

“Only if you cut the bullshit and tell her-”

“I don’t have to do sh-”

The line went dead.

Your mouth hung open and you dropped the phone down carelessly, sinking down onto the floor and starting to cry. Crystal droplets trickled down your cheeks as you sobbed into your knees without caring even a little bit. You couldn’t comprehend why Grayson had just turned against you with no cause.

You don’t know how long you stayed like that, but you ended up sinking into a restless silence, which was abrupted who knows when, by a quick knock at the door. You brought yourself up, confused as you dawdled over to the door. You pulled it open, your eyed red and cheeks stained.

“Y/N,” Grayson started.

You stared at him, unable to piece together a response, so you started to close the door on him.

“Please, Y/N,” he begged his large hand forcing the door open.

“I don’t feel like hearing your shitty excuse as to why you pretended to be my friend.”

Grayson swallowed, your words sinking in, and he looked beyond hurt.

He pushed the door open, and before you could say anything, he grabbed your waist roughly and pulled you straight into his warm chest. You wanted to protest, but god, it felt good in his arms.

“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” you wept into the soft fabric of his tee.

“Because saying goodbye hurts,” he whispered, his eyes moist as  he nuzzled into your hair. “It hurts so much,” his voice broke, “and it was easier to let go this way.”

“Tell me why,” you begged, ungluing yourself from his body and blinking up at him through your bleary vision.

Grayson shook his head and laughed pathetically, swiping up your tears with his thumb, “Don’t you get it? I already told you why.”

You shook your head in confusion.

“I love you, Y/N, I told myself it was nothing, that I didn’t come here just for you, but who am I kidding? I love you so damn much and I was stupid to think for even a second that by seeing you, these feelings would go away. Being with you yesterday just made me it worse, looking into your eyes and knowing that you don’t feel how I feel. You think I won’t miss you?! No..I’m going to miss you so much that I couldn’t even say goodbye. And it’s been destroying me piece by piece, because every fibre of my being just wants to hold you like this forever, and I love you so much, and it hurts, Y/N.” 

Your heart froze in your chest, and you momentarily forgot how to breathe.

“I just, needed you to know, I’m sorry,” Grayson sighed, letting you go.

“Gray-” you stuttered.

“I have a plane to catch,” he turned.

“Grayson,” you commanded, but he ignored you.

“GRAYSON,” you snapped, grabbing him by the shoulder and forcing his back into the wall.

He blinked down at you in shock.

“You think you’re the only one who gets to talk, you jackass?” you hissed.

“Well what do you have to say to me!?” Grayson said, his jew clenched in frustration, his eyes dark.

“This.”

You grabbed Grayson by his jaw and forced his lips down into yours. They were soft and full, sweet like cotton candy, and right now, they were all yours. His scent consumed you, the feeling of his lips molding against yours flaring a fiery spark in your chest. Grayson’s chest heaved heavily against yours in the heat, his hands dropping to your hips and his lips responding quickly. His nails dug into your tender skin, flipping you around and pressing your back hard into the wall as he towered over you, arching his body into your chest, his lips devouring yours. You moaned softly into his lips, sending little vibrations into Grayson’s, your hands grabbing the back of his hair and tugging him into you as you urged for more. He squeezed at your hips, his tongue entering your mouth, and you followed his lead, letting yourself explore him. Your head spun, knees weak from the taste of him that you knew you would never get enough of, and it consumed you like a drug.

Grayson detached his lips from yours, his eyes closed, his heavy breath tickling your skin.

“Y/N…” he mumbled faintly, his hands moving gently to hold your wrists, which fit easily in his grip.

“I always loved you, Grayson Dolan.”

Gray opened his eyes, scanning you over carefully.

“Maybe it took me this many I love you’s to finally get it right, and maybe ‘I love you,’ means something different to me now than before, but Grayson, I-”

Grayson silenced you with his lips, pressing them to yours for a fleeting second.

“This is all I ever wanted,” he breathed, placing his nose to yours.

“You’re all I ever wanted,” you smiled softly.

Suddenly, Grayson released you, his expression saddening.

“What’s wrong?” you asked.

“In a way, this is worse.”

“Hm?” you questioned.

“In a way, saying goodbye… is even worse now,” he sighed.

You stared blankly at him, the silence ringing in your ears, your answer falling easily off your lips.

“Then don’t say goodbye.”

Credence is Tina and Queenie's Little Brother

Tina and Credence have a very strong connection, and she has a strong drive to protect him. But is there a reason for this? Yes, she saw the harm Mary Lou was doing, but she probably sees a lot of upsetting situations – what makes her step in this time? She hexed Mary Lou in public, giving up her job. And she didn’t stop there – she went inside to hug and comfort him. Since then, he had been dreaming about her, and she is the only person who can reach him at the very end of the movie.

She’s the only person who has ever done him an uncomplicated kindness. She told Newt to save him, and in the Subway station she said “Newt and I will protect you” – which, if you think about it, Newt had not actually agreed to. But she felt so strongly about protecting him that it was obvious to her that they would.

We know he is adopted and that his birth mother was a witch. No witch would voluntarily give up her child to Mary Lou, so I think it’s likely that his mother died. Since he doesn’t remember her, he was probably very young – perhaps a baby. Tina, 25 during the events of FBAWTF, was around seven when her parents died. So, it was ~18 years earlier… And Credence is around 18.

Furthermore, Credence even looks like Tina – they both have pale skin and dark hair and eyes. In fact, the actor who plays Credence is an Ashkenazi Jew – the same ethnicity as the Goldstein sisters (though the sisters themselves are played by white actresses). They have a similar demeanor, as well.

So, does she know? I don’t think so – not consciously, anyway. It’s possible she just feels a gut feeling, but it’s also possible that she found out at some point but was Obliviated, and only some lingering emotions are showing through.

I could be wrong, but these are the sorts of clues JKR likes to leave, so I think there’s a chance.

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Nora Arnezeder

Facts

  • 8 May 1989
  • French actress, singer and author
  • she is of Austrian, Egyptian Jew and Sephardic descent

Filmography

  • Anna Maria [Mozart in the Jungle]
  • Chloe [Zoo]

Appearance

  • blonde hair
  • medium length/ long hair
  • blue eyes
  • 1.75m

Roleplay

  • playable: young adult

jmkfan  asked:

May I ask how Vulcans/Amanda/etc. are coded as Jewish? I ask not out of disagreement, but out of curiosity and, as a gentile, only have a basic understanding of Judaism. I do understand that Leonard Nimoy was Jewish (& Will Shatner too I think?). The coding just isn't as obvious to me. Thank you bluespock <3

There isn’t “hard solid canon evidence” for this, it’s more just a widespread accepted fan interpretation based on what Leonard Nimoy said in interviews compounded with “Jewish vibes” surrounding Vulcans as a whole, to the point that Spock and the other Vulcans being Jewish became “canon”. Sorta like all the first names given pre-2009, or Uhura being from the United States of Africa  (since all that was explicitly stated in canon before then was that her first language was Swahili). Hopefully I’m not projecting too much, but considering that other Jewish fans have been repeating these same ideas for years, I think everything I’m saying here is coming from a very legitimate place of recognizing Jew-coding when I see it. 

So the first and probably most prominent, unavoidable thing is the Vulcan salute. That story of how it came to be gets passed around everywhere, since the fact that Nimoy came up with such a culturally significant icon based on a synagogue blessing he witnessed as a child is rather remarkable. My mom said that she was familiar with the same blessing (you’re not supposed to look, but of course all the children do anyway), and when she had watched Spock do that on TV, she freaked out over it. Spock was one of her childhood heroes, and seeing him blatantly “be Jewish” meant a lot to her, because there weren’t (and still aren’t) too many Jewish characters where their entire personalities didn’t revolve around tired antisemitic stereotypes. 

Another thing that I noticed was the Vulcan ear discrimination that Spock was subjected to acting as this…placeholder…for Jewish nose insults. I seem to remember bigoted humans/other aliens on TOS smirking snidely at Spock and going “oh, I can tell that you’re a Vulcan because of your pointed ears.” This isn’t to say that the Vulcan ear jokes come with the same negative connotations and power dynamics as Jewish nose jokes do, because it’s not rooted in the same oppression system at all. It’s more just sorta like hearing “you know, if your ears (nose) weren’t so damn pointy, you could almost pass for a human (gentile)!” It acts as a way to “other” Spock from his crew of humans, the same way that Jewish nose stereotypes act to “other” Jewish people from society. This parallel isn’t as discussed from what I’ve seen, but I noticed it right away and couldn’t forget about it.

Then there’s the Vulcan Mysticism, which is basically Kabbalah. That one can be confirmed by Nimoy himself, because he started practicing it around the same time he was working on Search For Spock and developed the entire concept of Vulcan Mystics being able to reconstruct eternal souls. Unfortunately, I don’t know a whole lot about Kabbalah and can’t really discuss specific parallels beyond general ideas, but what I can tell you is the fact that both Vulcan Mysticism and Kabbalah exist outside the “mainstream” ideology of Vulcan culture and Jewish religion/culture. For example, I don’t think you’re supposed to start practicing Kabbalah until you’re around 40 years old, and you don’t learn/do it through a synagogue either—you do it with Kabbalah-specific communities. With the Vulcan Mystics, they were all elders who were sort of “outsiders” to mainstream Vulcan society. They were obviously very well-respected and accepted by other Vulcans, it’s more just that their focus on spirituality and the intangible/unexplainable parts of life had no place in the mainstream Vulcan scientific/political institutions and Surak’s teachings. That constructed separation between leaders of spirituality and leaders of mainstream ideology is something that seems to be very heavily Jewish-influenced. 

Moving on from cultural parallels, we get climate/genetic parallels. Vulcan as a planet is very similar in climate to the deserts of the middle east where Jews as a whole originated from. Another cool thing is that Vulcans appear as many different races, just as Jews do. You can be ethnically Jewish and literally any race, which is seen in Vulcans across multiple shows. However, the most common presentation of Vulcans is olive skin, thick dark brown or black hair, and dark brown almond shaped eyes. Sort of like how people view the “archetypal Jew”, minus the curly hair (okay but real talk, literally all of my cousins look exactly like this, so…just saying). Then there was a really cool detail that made me laugh a little bit too hard—the whole “third eyelid” thing with Vulcans. It’s a very common Jewish phenotype to have multiple eyelid creases or “hooded” eyelids. I think it’s pretty common for a lot of middle easterners to have eye shapes like that, but the fact that even the whitest whites of Jews STILL have that eyelid trait distinguisher after all those generations of living all over Eastern and Northern Europe is pretty cool. I noticed it in myself for the first time when I tried to use eyeshadow palettes that instructed one color go over the crease, and my first response was “which one?” 

On the topic of ideology, there are parallels in the perpetual struggle between logic and emotion that Vulcans face (since they’re deeply emotional beings, but they use strict logical disciplines to control and counteract it). I don’t know if this is a Jewish-specific struggle, but I at least think it’s worth noting that our culturally-significant attempts to be more peaceful and rational in our approaches to life are often cut short by having to fight back against widespread institutionalized oppression. There definitely seems to be a struggle between what the teachings say and how it actually plays out emotionally on both the individual and societal levels. However, like I said, that likely isn’t a Jewish-specific problem. 

Finally, we get to a much more general ideological topic, which is just that Vulcans valuing peace, logic, knowledge, and wisdom above all else is very much at home with Jewish values. Like the Vulcans dissecting and discussing Surak’s teachings (which doesn’t happen in TOS very much, but it happens in the novels and TV show Enterprise quite frequently), much of Jewish religion focuses on the why of the specific texts. People within the synagogue are encouraged to ask the rabbi questions about specific passages, beliefs in G-d, mortality, and Jewish ideology in general. My mom said that one of the things she loved about Judaism was how deeply it encouraged free thought and asking questions (at least in her synagogue, since I’m certain that people will have different experiences with this). Even if she didn’t believe a damn thing about a deity or an afterlife, she still enjoyed engaging in philosophical banter with the community she was in. 

I hope that helped make things clearer for you. Part of the reason I relate to Spock so much is because I’m only half ethnically Jewish, and it’s led to rejection from both groups in 100% direct parallels to Spock’s life. Watching how he handled it really inspired me, and even if I relate to him for reasons that come from a place of pain, it’s good to see my culture being represented in a way that highlights the positive attributes of it so well. I think Leonard Nimoy was happy with the results of Jew-coding Vulcans as a whole beyond just Spock, to say the least. 

the signs as hitler jokes

aries: whats worse than finding a worm in your apple? the holocaust
taurus: adolf hipster
gemini: its nein in the afternoon. your eyes are the size of the jews.
cancer: what did the german say when he pushed his brother off a cliff? look mom, no Hans!
leo: doctor doctor, give me the news. ive got a bad case of killin jews
virgo: why did hitler kill himself? he opened the gas bill
libra: dont jewish your boyfriend was hot like me
scorpio: why wasnt hitler invited to the bbq? he kept burning all the franks
sagittarius: hitler was a great cook. he made 6 million jews toast.
capricorn: three jews walked into a bar. jk im lying it was a gas chamber.
aquarius: what did the jewish orphan with no legs get for hanukkah? gassed
pisces: adelef hitler. someone like jew.

Shoutout to Brown Jewish  Women

Shoutout to Brown Jewish Women who receive skepticism from their bosses when they ask for the same Jewish Holidays off that their white coworkers got without question, because Jewish girls aren’t supposed to look like them. Who hear people who assume they’re goy spout anti-semitism around them. Who are told by other PoC that they’re less black/lantinx/Arab/Urban Native/Asian/Persian/Pacific Islander/Indian and somehow “white” because they’re Jewish. Who are deemed “race traitors” for being Jewish. Who have to hear elder patrons at temple call them “schvartzeh” behind their backs. Who are “not REALLY Jewish”. Who believe they’ll never be “beautiful” because they might grow up to have both a “Jewish nose” and “black lips” or “Asian eyes”. Who have their children told that they’re not really Jews because people assume that their mothers aren’t Jewish. Shout-out to Brown Jewish Women.

Okay, I saw a production of The Merchant of Venice last night, and even though that play is not normally my fave, I loved it and am here to rave about it

  • It was set in 1930s Germany, which contextualises both the anti-semitism and the money concerns (set in such an economically unstable time and place, it makes sense that Shylock cares so much about money, and that Bassanio suddenly finds himself poor)
  • Antonio was pretty explicitly played as Bassanio’s lover
  • The actor playing Bassanio doubled as Portia’s other suitors, which was used to show that he was actually no different to them- he just wanted her money. In fact, Bassanio was portrayed pretty unsympathetically, which was refreshing.
  • The actor playing Shylock was amazing, I was in tears during the “Hath not a Jew eyes?” speech, Shylock was probably more sympathetic than Bassanio or Antonio
  • During the courtroom scene, Bassanio kissed Antonio- Portia, disguised as the judge, looked as if she was about to cry
  • This, in turn, made Portia asking Bassanio for the ring way more significant, as if it was a test to see who he loved more, her or Antonio, rather than it just being her screwing with him for the fun of it.
  • Instead of the argument about the rings being played for laughs, it was made dramatic. Bassanio and Gratiano got scarily angry, Portia and Nerissa were in tears. The reveal that Portia had been the judge didn’t defuse the tension at all, but made the men angrier, culminating in Bassanio grabbing and forcefully kissing Portia, who pushed him off, and Gratiano cornering Nerissa so that she couldn’t run to Portia
  • The ending was almost entirely played for tragedy - Portia and Nerissa are trapped in unhappy marriages, Jessica, despite having the happiest marriage, was implied to feel guilty about leaving her father/becoming a christian - which I loved because the farcical happy ending always felt really forced to me after the drama of the courtroom scene