I wear a yarmulke and tzitzit and a beard and people still ask me if I’m Jewish.
I don’t get it. I’m the Jewiest Jew around.
Is it my Aryan looks? Is there something off about my demeanor? Is my energy weird?
When people talk to me, after a minute, they think, wait a second, there’s something not right here.
In yoga class last night, this hot chick says to me right off, "You remind me of the movie Into the Wild."
"At least you didn’t ask me if I was auditioning for Cast Away 2," I reply.
Later she asks me if I was born Jewish.
"I know you’re Jewish because I read your blog," says a shiksa friend. "You seem pretty knowledgeable. Otherwise, I’m not convinced."