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Buying klaf in New York is an expensive enterprise; it's made in Israel, and all you're doing is paying the shop people in Brooklyn a huge premium to have them send off for it. I'd rather deal directly with someone in Israel, but most of the klaf-sellers in Israel are so frum they think the internet's assur, so that's not really an option. One can't very well ask the Brooklyn people who they deal with, can you imagine? "Can you tell me who you deal with? I'd like to cut out the middleman. That's you."

There are many barriers to putting one's business online, but religious scruples aren't usually the primary one.

Ho hum, to Brooklyn I hie me, to collect an overpriced order sent in by my husband. Our household likes to overcome traditional gender roles, but this is one thing that's A Boy's Job.

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I fed the medical profession again today - they took enough blood for several dinners.

( Musings on femininity )