A reader characterized my last essay as one that only a “typical liberal” could post.
Liberal! I know that’s bad.
As a typical woman, I shrink under criticism.
However, I recovered from hurty feelings by recalling this Israeli joke:
A young woman asks her rabbi for advice:
— Rabbi, is it a sin to keep a secret from my fiancé? You see, back in Romania, I was a prostitute. If I tell him, I’m afraid he won’t want to marry me.
— Well, my dear, the Good Book says we must tell the truth, but it doesn’t say we have to tell the whole truth. Tell him that you were a prostitute…
…but don’t tell him you’re from Romania!
I cop to liberal, but I’ve never even been to Romania. Niciodată!
(Romania, for the literal-minded, represents “typical” here.)