The next table at the wedding was filled with chassidishe relatives.
"They are dressed exactly alike!" noted a female on my right. "They're wearing the same pillbox hat, the same string of pearls, the same little black suit . . ."
I observed my own table. All wore long wigs, styled in identical overdone curls. They all wore black sleeveless dresses that necessitated a black layering tee. In each hand was a smartphone; each forehead was furrowed as they squinted at the glowing screen.
At least at the chassidishe table they were actually smiling and talking to one another.
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What's that? Actual face-to-face conversation? Weird...
WM, even before phones, did guys every talk at a wedding table? About sports? The daf? The food? I can't picture it.
The food. Always the food :D
This is why I rarely buy black clothes nowadays and don't do the sleeveless layered look. When everybody looks the same, it's just so boring.
Love. This.
I admit to being late to the mass media thing, but I am so offended to be at lunch with somebody or out with a couple and they can't stop looking at their texts, etc. So rude. Take a half hour off and actually talk.
@tessya - which is why I always wander over to the women's side. Actual conversation.
I dunno, the conversations my father tells over is usually much more scintillating than the food. Especially since if in Ateres Avrohom, of course the food is good. Doesn't bear mentioning.
Yes, Tovah, conversation is a dying yet necessary art. Weddings used to be the time to socialize! Now it's all "I don't know you, so my phone will be better company."
Anon - I make sure to try not to wear full black, but I must say, whenever I wear a black top it is embarrassing how good it looks. Damn you, black, for being flattering!
And if you try to wear a light colored top, that will be the time you drip something...
Ergo, the bane of men's white shirts: The shmorg.
It's so easy to look at the other groups & judge, in order to bypass looking at our own group.
I remember, particularly when just becoming frum, being so judgmental of chassidim.
But now, I live pretty close to a big chassidish community, and the more I see of them, the more I appreciate them.
I've got chassidish relatives . . . I must say, my Bobover cousin-in-law is the hippest gal I know.
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