Liba Vaynberg
I wore only skirts for years, but I didn’t care for Judaism much. I wear pants now, but I pray.
I wore only skirts for years, but I didn’t care for Judaism much. I wear pants now, but I pray.
I never met my Great Aunt Rifka or even saw a photograph of her. Yet I’ve always had a clear picture of her in my mind, in a wheelchair, smiling. She has no legs and she’s wearing a fur stole with fox heads.
Although we’re aware that it’s impossible, many of us try to dress in a way that’s designed to prevent sexist comments. By keeping our necklines high and our hemlines low, by avoiding anything clingy, we work at a calculus that has variables clearly beyond our control.