Last night was Passover – when Jews from all over the world and their friends remember our history as slaves and celebrate our freedom.
Now – of course I understand that my life is mountains better than my bondaged ancestors. I’m not that deluded.
But, at our Seder last night, we were asked to role play (something I truly abhor) and my character was that of a Jewish slave woman in Egypt. The description looked something like this:
You work 12 hour days working with all different kinds of people that you don’t know, doing hard labor that is sometimes demeaning around people that can make you feel uncomfortable. Then, you go home & have to perform wifely duties such as cooking, cleaning, mending, caring for family & ‘stuff’ to please your spouse….
At first I was annoyed. Dare I say, bratty. How could I know how this woman feels? cough, cough. Let’s break this down, shall we?
- You work 12 hour days (Yes. Yes, I do.)
- …working with all different kinds of people that you don’t know (Today we call that ‘working virtually’)
- …doing hard labor that is sometimes demeaning (As in writing about the benefits of mobile dry cleaning or cheap land in the Bahamas? Yes, but hey, I’m supporting my family here!)
- …around people that can make you feel uncomfortable (Uh huh – spammers on Facebook, Twitter & LinkedIn and in my email box and in my blog comments – talking about how size does matter and helps you get the girl)
- …Then, you go home & have to perform wifely duties such as cooking, cleaning, mending, caring for family & ‘stuff’ to please your spouse….(Okay, the ‘stuff’ isn’t so bad, but the rest of it bites)
Holy shit! I AM a Jewish slave woman!
Besides the fact that I have chosen every beautiful moment in my life…and love it. Still…I love a good Kvetch. Don’t you?
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