I love being the “goy” in camp. It gives me carte blanche to say and do anything I want.
The interesting thing is the criteria that makes me “the goy”
I don’t have any t-shirts with collars.
My t-shirts are orange, green, blue, yellow, red…not black, white, pink, lavender or whatever “fine” colors everyone else is wearing.
I wear real running sneakers, not pumas.
I don’t own a single alligator or horsy product.
I go running
I wear denim skirts and tube socks
I go swimming, and I’m not a lifeguard.
Also, I’m not self conscience enough to wear shorts when I swim
I’m reading Alice in Wonderland instead of “Blackout” or “Ransom” or whatever dramatically sounding cliché is out in the Jewish bookstores today.
I have a hairstyle, instead of the blunt cut, in a high bump, that adds three inches to anyone sporting it.
I wear high heels.
When the guest speaker asks if anyone remembers the Alamo, I was the only one who said yes, and gave him a brief history.
I know how to sing, really sing, not Bais Yaakov sing, so I actually sound good.
I know what a podcast is.
…I’m trying to figure out, what’s the significance, and I can’t. But meanwhile, I’m enjoying my status.
…and the best part is when people ask me what my job is,
I smile sincerely and say “Shiur counselor.”
The bug-out eyes, and slack-jawed reaction is priceless.