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I recently found out that, like me, my cousin Caryn once told a mall Santa she was Jewish.
“It must be a rite of passage,” I thought, and asked around. Negative. As it turns out, telling Santa that you’re Jewish is a rite of passage only in my socially maladroit family.
In my defense, Christmas in the United States is kinda weird if you’re non-Christian. Everyone is so amped on their fancy Jesus party, they forget that:
Often enough, you’re put in a position where you have to remind people that Christian religiosity is directly proportionate to shits given about Jesus. Either that, or you quietly internalize the message that your millennia-old traditions are aberrant. Either way! Kinda uncomfortable.
This zine is a collection of stories about that specific type of discomfort. They are compiled, as opposed to edited. Writers include Emmy Blotnick, Max Goldblatt, Joshua Staman, me, L. Stall, and Carlye Wisel. Thank you to everyone who helped. As promised, I will discreetly say a nice thing about you to the most attractive person you know.
Granted, this zine is being published a little late. But at last, it’s arrived. Enjoy!
Love,
Arianna Stern
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