My sweet, confused & vulnerable fiancee-to-be is hesitating because certain malign female influences, motivated perhaps by a desire to appropriate her tender flesh for themselves, have been whispering to her … something like this:
Do not be a fool, young (insert name here)! He’s a goy! That’s obvious! He is completely vulgar & carnal! He doesn’t have a spiritual bone in his body! (I forget the kabbalistic name for this bone, but I bet I do have it too). He says on his horrible, filthy blog that ‘the Jews’ intend to cull ‘the goys’, by which he means, exterminate them! Isn’t that anti-Semitic enough for you? He’s a Hitler who wants to sneak into the Jewish tent! Ugh!!
First of all, ‘the Jews’ is a portmanteau expression without any more sinister qualities in itself than John Lennon’s line, “The English army had just won the war.” It’s a convenience. Nobody except a few truly full-blown schizophrenics imagines that ‘the Jews’ are a solid, telepathically-integrated block. That would imply that all the noisy and vicious disputes within the Jewish world (chas v’shalom) are cosmetic charades staged for political convenience. It would suggest that the famous, chameleonic adaptation whereby immigrant Jews become more english than the english, more american than the americans, more french than the french and even more german than the germans, is just a game. Tsk Tsk! It’s no game! They’re sincere! Just like as I said yesterday, ‘Paul of Tarsus’ was sincere in being a renegade against the Temple Judaism of the day, in seeking to throw open the realm of the blessings of God to the entire human species. And we know what happened.
(Is this “to be continued”? probably… once I get my mental ass in gear – the above is an example of my just-got-out of bed or unreflective style. I thought of adding an Inbal Perlmutter song from youtube, or one by Pollyanna Frank, but we’ve probably had them all already and besides, since they’re both Lesbian, their views may be considered somewhat beside the point, at least for women who, ahem, still prefer men, at least in theory… What am I saying? Good heavens! It’s time for the pause that refreshes, and I don’t mean alcohol…)
Now, approaching the matter from the next so-called octave up… I cannot actually afford to dismiss the link between Jewish sexual exclusivism and Lesbianism in such a sexist and frivolous way, just throwing in my Celinian 3 dots as if most of the world still knew that real women prefer men (and I of course I am one, having neatly swiped all the gimmicks from all the Jewish men I have cited along the way). There is no intrinsic preference about it in most cases. Women become Lesbian because it is obviously a hell of a lot more fun, at least until you reach a certain age. I refuse to recognise any sort of cosmic doom in it. From a Jungian point of view, these Lesbian Israeli Jewesses are anima figures in the national imaginary, as distinct from sexual objects. I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere in the substantial pile of untranslated hebrew monographs from the kabbalah team at HUJI, there was an illuminating discussion of the kabbalah of Jewish Lesbianism. But that is not my business. I don’t intend to bust up anybody’s sacred grove. “And those who know will understand…” I always chortle when I am able to end with this gnomic rabbinical remark. Last time I did it, commenter ‘walter benjamin’ immediately supplied the correct hebrew for it.
PS: Further strange stuff welling up from the unconscious. I no longer assume that my unconscious mind is mine alone. The tone often seems quite unlike mine, it seems older and more feminine, presumably because I have succeeded in breaching certain significant internal psychological barriers (like bulkheads in a submarine, but emotional). Anyway, the insight I wished to pass on is that the true introvert is not disturbed even if subjected to universal ridicule, because his source of value is within. The true introvert is in fact the sincere worshipper, and one of the most marvellous and unspoilable things about Judaism is that it integrates the love of man for woman and the love of child for parent and the love of citizen for nation and for the nation’s deity, or deities if we include the goddess, so it all works rather well, bless its heart.
PPS: more anonymous voices this time inform me that I should not have inserted that Grace Slick song, epochal and awesome though it is, and how instead I should have posted something completely obscure that she recorded very early on called “Navigator Blues” by Bessie Smith – RB