I Am Pro-Choice [With A Thought On Independence On This Israeli Independence Day]
Sweetest friends!!
Help in the dissemination of Torah by voting in the Jewish blog awards. One of my good friends nominated alleyways as best Torah blog. I can't say that it is. But I think that you should vote for someone - people will hear about the blog and learn more Torah. So to CHOOSE your favorite blog go to
http://www.jibawards.com/index.php?option=com_wrapper&Itemid=128
As far as the classical meaning of Pro-Choice - I am also in favor. I think that Jewish women should have the choice what to serve their husband and 18 children for dinner. And I applaud all of the courageous Jewish women out there who perform an act that men cannot perform no matter how hard we try - CHILDBIRTH. So next time you come into contact with a Jewish woman - give her the respect that she deserves.
A special thanks to my mother who shlepped me around for nine straight months without taking a break for even one second! Whatever she ate she shared with me. And since that fateful day of October 25, 1971 when I asserted my independence and made my grand entrance into this world - she has been trying to get me to eat more. With very modest success.
Help in the dissemination of Torah by voting in the Jewish blog awards. One of my good friends nominated alleyways as best Torah blog. I can't say that it is. But I think that you should vote for someone - people will hear about the blog and learn more Torah. So to CHOOSE your favorite blog go to
http://www.jibawards.com/index.php?option=com_wrapper&Itemid=128
As far as the classical meaning of Pro-Choice - I am also in favor. I think that Jewish women should have the choice what to serve their husband and 18 children for dinner. And I applaud all of the courageous Jewish women out there who perform an act that men cannot perform no matter how hard we try - CHILDBIRTH. So next time you come into contact with a Jewish woman - give her the respect that she deserves.
A special thanks to my mother who shlepped me around for nine straight months without taking a break for even one second! Whatever she ate she shared with me. And since that fateful day of October 25, 1971 when I asserted my independence and made my grand entrance into this world - she has been trying to get me to eat more. With very modest success.
IIRC, you don't eat what most of us call "food"... :)
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Ezzie |
7:53 PM
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