Watching my father go through this process when I was in high-school, I knew this was my messorah. I knew I had an obligation to keep it alive, in anyway I could. But I didn’t, did I? I was marrying an Ashakanaz guy.
There’s a slippery slope between binding, Torah laws, customs, and community norms that attempt to socialize people through fear and control. And lately, this whole thing is bothering me. A lot.
