“I need to understand,” she said. “Why did you write that?”
“Well,” he said, “I always have to balance multiple concerns. I am not going to lose a good friend over a blog post, but almost everything else in my life, I’m willing to risk for a good blog post.
“I drove home from your party debating the whole way. I had an amusing blog post in my mind, but on the other hand, I knew that if I published it, I would have no chance with the blonde. What to do?”
“I think I know why you wrote it,” she said. “It’s because she wasn’t Jewish.”
“Yes,” he said. “That’s it. She’s not Jewish. She’ll never become Jewish. I wasn’t risking anything. She’s beautiful paint for my canvas. Shiksas are for practice.”
“But isn’t that kinda racist?” she asked.
“I don’t think so,” he said. “I have my inner life, that is within Orthodox Judaism, and I have my outer life. My inner life is most precious to me. The rest, not so much. I love to write, but I’m not going to do at the cost of what is most precious to me. I adore shiksa blondes, but they’re not what’s closest to my heart. I can blog them.”
“How do you know,” she asked, “what is a good blog post? One worth risking a beautiful blonde?”
“If I want to read it,” he said.
