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This was the Shabbat of lots of sleep- I was a bit dizzy Friday night, so I went to bed early, got up for shul, returned afterwards, and went back to sleep. So most of my awake time was either this morning, or after 6pm. I hung out with the parents some, and then they left, and I read and read some Pirke Avot (and realized again exactly why it's so preferable to learn with another person- I just wanted someone to hash ideas out with, badly), and sang to myself. Sort of like babies do sometimes, except real songs with words. It's a strange sort of thing to do, and if the neighbors could hear me, they'd probably be a bit confused- my voice just isn't That good, but I like it, at some level, as long as no one is around.
There was, once again, a Bat Mitzvah at shul, and in my mildly cranky fashion, I was again annoyed at the current pet peeve- all the friends of the Bat Mitzvah who came completely inappropriately dressed. Tanktops, especially ones with spagetti do not belong in shul. Nor do particularly short skirts. I can conceed the point about covered knees, but when they get much shorter than that- argh. The combination of the two ends up in these horrid little strappy dresses that look like they should be for a formal dance or some such, not for praying in. It isn't like I'm so wonderfully modest myself, but I have some standards, and even by my fairly loose ones- I wouldn't object to a tank top that at least covered most of the shoulder, the average batch of 13 year old girls flunks out. I don't know about anyone else, but I didn't wear that sort of thing at 13. But then, I was a pretty out-of-it 13. I think I started noticing that people wore clothes in order to make themselves look appealing somewhere around 9th grade (I think after Keff, which was right before it). UNtil then, I wore whatever was in my drawer, until Mom made me change because I'd worn it multiple times that week already, and at one point had a strong fondness for chartreuse shirts (a color which suits me not at all). But regardless of this- don't people have an idea of appropriate clothing for a particular occasion?
Baking adventure- I accidentally used baking powder rather than baking soda for my banana bread on Friday, and rather than rising improperly or something, it simply was significantly lighter in color than usual. Banana bread is usually brownish, not whitish... Any explanations?
There was, once again, a Bat Mitzvah at shul, and in my mildly cranky fashion, I was again annoyed at the current pet peeve- all the friends of the Bat Mitzvah who came completely inappropriately dressed. Tanktops, especially ones with spagetti do not belong in shul. Nor do particularly short skirts. I can conceed the point about covered knees, but when they get much shorter than that- argh. The combination of the two ends up in these horrid little strappy dresses that look like they should be for a formal dance or some such, not for praying in. It isn't like I'm so wonderfully modest myself, but I have some standards, and even by my fairly loose ones- I wouldn't object to a tank top that at least covered most of the shoulder, the average batch of 13 year old girls flunks out. I don't know about anyone else, but I didn't wear that sort of thing at 13. But then, I was a pretty out-of-it 13. I think I started noticing that people wore clothes in order to make themselves look appealing somewhere around 9th grade (I think after Keff, which was right before it). UNtil then, I wore whatever was in my drawer, until Mom made me change because I'd worn it multiple times that week already, and at one point had a strong fondness for chartreuse shirts (a color which suits me not at all). But regardless of this- don't people have an idea of appropriate clothing for a particular occasion?
Baking adventure- I accidentally used baking powder rather than baking soda for my banana bread on Friday, and rather than rising improperly or something, it simply was significantly lighter in color than usual. Banana bread is usually brownish, not whitish... Any explanations?
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Yeah, minidresses in shul drive me nuts. I would guess that it's partly due to the style of the times and partly due to a lack of awareness of what a simhat bat mitzvah is supposed to be about.