“A yarmulke is an indoor garment.” Ask any male Ramaz graduate from the 1940’s through the mid-‘60’s and he will recognize that declaration as one with which we – and others of our age – grew up. We didn’t wear kipot outside. We wore hats or no head covering. Essentially, we didn’t identify as Jews in the street, a street that was not entirely welcoming to us. It was a time of overt or covert anti-Semitism and we were acculturated to be aware of it and respond accordingly.
On Jan. 5, Aaron Liberman of Northwestern checked in for the final minute of action against Michigan in the Wildcats’ 74-51 men’s basketball loss in Ann Arbor. In the process, the redshirt freshman made history twice.
In watching and enjoying the oeuvre of Jewish Hollywood juggernaut Judd Apatow -- the "40-Year-Old-Virgin," "Knocked Up," "Bridesmaids" -- I have noticed that the romantic connection of a Jewish man to a woman who isn’t Jewish is a kind of recurring motif. Sometimes it’s implicit; sometimes it’s mined for its comic value.