Helene Meyers
I suddenly felt as if the most sacred parts of my being—Jewish, feminist, intellectual—were being tested.
I suddenly felt as if the most sacred parts of my being—Jewish, feminist, intellectual—were being tested.
The overt Jewiness that we have come to know, love, and critique in such shows as “Transparent” and “Broad City” is nowhere to be found here.
Indie films provide sustenance; they energize, engage, and re-educate my intersectional Jewish feminist soul for the long political journey ahead.
2016 may have been a bleak year, but it also provided us with many Jewish feminists worth celebrating.
This practice of kriah, of rending garments or wearing a cut black ribbon, would signify our hearts broken from loss and would allow us to identify ourselves as fellow and sister mourners to one another.
“It’s not enough to acknowledge exclusion. Dayenu needs to be reserved for consistently engaging in good faith efforts of inclusion.”
Joyous moments that help us keep the faith that Jewish feminism can and does make a difference.
The close proximity of Jewish and Muslim holy days is a welcome counter to the close proximity of bigotry that has plagued Jews and Muslims during this past week.
The intersection of queer identity and religious identity is a danger zone for haredi homophobes. Why?
“We must be sure that their immediate mourners and communities are not standing alone.”