This is the month I went to San Francisco. I'll tell you, New Paltz is no place for a girl who wants more in her life than just her stuffed cat Bucky (who is very important) and beer-drinking freshmen.
San Francisco could be an exciting adventure. Well, except for the Arab taxi drivers, collaborationist members of the tribe, and general weirdness.
No, the weirdness isn't gays and rainbows. We've got gay men where I come from (the former head of the department was one, but we didn't really find out till after he passed on). The weirdness turns out to be the huge number of people who hate Jews and Israel.
In order: An anti-Israel seder apparently held at a local church, a vegetarian restaurant (Herbivore) that co-sponsored a "destroy-Israel rap-fest", a take-over of the San Francisco JCC by Jewish nazi-sympathisers, and a symbolic die-in lamenting the birth of Israel at a local college.
When I left, Abba worried about the kind of men I'd meet - were they 'our kind of people', were there any real shuls, and how about kashrus?
I guess I can tell him that, judging by some of the angry Jewish lesbians at the rap thing in civic center and at the JCC, I should have no problem monopolizing the straight unattached Jewish male market.
Haven't found any of them yet, except for Danny.
Oh wait, he's gay.
Crap.
