I don’t get into arguments about circumcision with people who are against the practice, because I know if they ask the question “would you get one now?” I’d say “no way in hell.” The conversation would then be over, and I’d let down my people once again.
Claude Brodesser-Akner is much tougher than I am. The 33-year-old got married a few years ago, and had his Xanax fueled, adult circumcision story chronicled in The New York Times. Today he talked to Molly Tolsky at Kveller about his kids, the similarities between Jews and Roman Catholics, and of course the big snip.
Well, I’ve never been shot, thank God, but I have had a bottle of Miller High Life smashed over my head in a bar fight while a redneck held me in a headlock and ground it into my right ear, back when I was a bouncer in college (again: SO goyische!) and I’ve also gotten a compound wrist fracture from skateboarding (It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s..Supergoy!). The bris was certainly up there with both of those.
New things are learned each day. Apparently, being smashed over the head by the “Champagne of Beers” compares to getting your foreskin chopped off. Who knew?