yellowtulips points out some of the very unpleasant aspects of being a Haredi woman. How about that mikvah purification which allows you to rejoin humanity cleansed of your shameful monthly pollution? I would also include the restrictions on the men, such as having to sport facial hair, pigtails and those dreadful fur headpieces straight from old Central Europe. Some of the women actually shave their hair and then put on wigs according to an old tradition from the shtetl, which was designed to protect the women's chastity from the leering eyes of goyim men. I am nonplussed whenever I see human beings trapped in a frozen time warp, bundled up in uncomfortable clothing, covering the hair, avoiding certain food, looking upon me as "unclean" because I might be eating lasagna with cheese and meat or a ham sandwich while showing my hair, shoulders, arms and legs. Whether they be Amish, Jewish, Muslim, they are living in a delusional world, believing that "God" wants them to act so or...? My strangest encounter with the world of Hasidim was at Pinery in Ontario, Canada on a 90 degree Farenheit day. My sister and I, both grown women frolicking in the lake, clad in sexy bikinis, looked up to see two little Hasidi girls, about 10 or 12, standing on the steps to the water, watching us curiously in their long black skirts, clumpy shoes and white buttoned-up blouses with long sleeves, of course. I felt sad for them and wished that they could shed the confining garments and join us in building a sand castle with a moat after a brisk swim in the lovely waves. But the two turned around, climbed the stairs and returned to their group, the black hatted men all dressed in white and black, the ladies with hair hidden under scarves, sitting at a picnic table and enjoying kosher salami and other good delicacies, God bless them. I mean no disrespect but I definitely appreciate my freedom from religious taboos and terrors. After all, Hashem hasn't struck me with a blitz of fire and brimstone...yet!
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