To me, Woody Allen is an unparalleled artist who has entertained and inspired me (and many other nebbishes) from childhood to present. While attending the Tisch School of the Arts (NYU), my single-minded freshman year goal was to meet Woody Allen.
Every year as a kid in the 1960s my family celebrated Christmas as a festive holiday. The funny part of this to some of my friends is that my family was Jewish. Why not enjoy all the holidays during December?
Nasally voices, anxiety and austerity are not representative of the Jewish community at large. It's not so much that these stereotypes make Jews look meek and cheap; nobody I know even sounds like that.
"My name is Rivka Blatberg," she purred. It was the kind of name that evoked visions of soft hands moving above Shabbos candles and passionate days on a kibbutz, feeding one another chocolate dreidels.