Speaking of my my superpowers, I was in a shop yesterday, and there was a group of black women, shopping. Clothes shop. They had lilting, west African accents and child-bearing hips. And I swear, every other word was Jewish. Labaliblahblah jewish? Bladali blah blah! Lar-de-dar jewish, blah.
At least, that's how it sounded to me.
They were rifling through the rails, looking at the clothes. I mean, there was no possible context in which the repetition of the word Jewish would/could even fit. Unless they were seeking out a size sixteen skirt while saying "do you know, the world Jewish conspiracy owns this shop?" "Really? Pass me the green trousers. Jewish people are so mean, and the grey ones."
A person can be too sensitive, I know.
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