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For RH we borrowed an apartment in the city again. W went to Drisha, and I decided I'd had enough of all this gender stuff and went to Hadar where they don't shove it in your face. I find it highly ironic that a mechitza, separate seating, and division of roles by gender is supposed to create a space where sexual distraction is not an issue, since these divisions are not particularly natural in most people's lives and by insisting that men and women sit separately, one emphasises gender difference, and, inevitably, sex. So instead of having an environment free from distraction, in the very act of sitting down one is reminded that over HERE are the people without penises and over THERE are the people with penises, and once you've started thinking about penises you've basically lost it so far as davening is concerned.
Hadar was nice, especially the woman who led Musaf, who had a lovely clear, refreshing voice and some good tunes. Mixed seating and you know what? No-one was screwing in the aisles, no-one at all.
Shabbat we were at Sha'arei K'shishim, and a woman with a walker came up to me, gestured towards W, and said "I love him! I love him! I hope that when you're ninety-two you'll love him as much as I do!"
The house is nearly packed up, ready to move tomorrow, and rain is forecast, which should be fun.
Hadar was nice, especially the woman who led Musaf, who had a lovely clear, refreshing voice and some good tunes. Mixed seating and you know what? No-one was screwing in the aisles, no-one at all.
Shabbat we were at Sha'arei K'shishim, and a woman with a walker came up to me, gestured towards W, and said "I love him! I love him! I hope that when you're ninety-two you'll love him as much as I do!"
The house is nearly packed up, ready to move tomorrow, and rain is forecast, which should be fun.
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