Quoting myself again because I can barely see straight anymore I'm so tired. This comment (to sabrina_il's response, which ironically is very similar to yours) basically sums up what I have to say on the subject. But to be more precise: I have never endorsed Holocaust jokes; I simply can't bring myself to do it. I've managed to train myself not to get up and walk away from a conversation when they're made - that took a good while - but I never laugh, I never smile. It's not funny to me. [...] Holocaust jokes in general aren't as bad as what happened yesterday, though, in my opinion. There's a big difference between cracking a joke about how many Jews can fit into a clown car and actually comparing someone to Hitler.
I could not find it funny if I tried. And believe me, I tried, at least until I got too disgusted with myself and let off. I said this upthread as well: I think most people in Israel are actually anesthetized to this sort of humour, because even if you grow up sensitive to it there is no way you can survive if you stay that way. So you learn to cover up any feelings of discomfort very quickly. I can't bring myself to do that, so I'm like someone with a nonexistent immune system living in a swamp. Disease paradise.
I'm very, very slowly improving when it comes to jokes and snide remarks and such, but last night was different. It wasn't people making fun of Hitler. It was somebody linking my name and his-the point being, taking an average person and drawing a connection between them and Hitler, which (see comment) in my family is tantamount to a call for murder. I realize we're not the norm but we're surely not a rare aberration. And regardless of how rare my upbringing is or isn't, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that there is no real positive way to accept having HITLER stamped across your forehead. There really isn't. Some people may not be as bothered by it as I am, but I think even they will agree that any other character ever would have been preferable.
Thank you for your sympathy, and for trying to call. I love you too.
Okay, no, you're right. I thought the issue was Holocaust jokes - what they did is wrong, and childish and stupid. And I get why you're offended, I would be disgusted, too.
Still, as wrong and stupid as it is, they would never do that if they'd knew you'd react the way you did.
It was צין. I don't know if you remember/met him, I'm not sure; he's average height, מזרחי, with dark hair and eyes. He's... prickly. He has lots of unpopular opinions and has no problem being blunt or plain rude with people, but, idk. I just figured it takes all sorts and what the hell; I got along just fine with him. Now... not so sure. I think if he doesn't apologize next time I talk to him, I'm calling it quits. Which sucks. I kind of liked the guy; he was not my favourite but he was okay, still. And the דוש is not a place where I want to deal with making enemies.
On the upside, Asaf called me today (the blond one, with the glasses? he's the birthday boy who ran out after me). He called to check up and apologize again; we had a long talk and he was amazing. If there's one good thing I'm taking out of this it is this boy.
Is צין the one who picked on me when I was at the דוש? I'm not sure it's him, but I do remember talking to a guy name צין in the smoking corner, and not liking him. Plus, what the hell is with him, saying he's not sorry? Admittedly, I don't know him, but he comes off as an asshole.
No, that was John; he came in about twenty minutes before I left and joined the game promptly, but he wasn't present for most of the evening. I don't really think you've met the guy who did it, because last time we hung up with the older folks while he is young, about my age.
I have never endorsed Holocaust jokes; I simply can't bring myself to do it. I've managed to train myself not to get up and walk away from a conversation when they're made - that took a good while - but I never laugh, I never smile. It's not funny to me. [...] Holocaust jokes in general aren't as bad as what happened yesterday, though, in my opinion. There's a big difference between cracking a joke about how many Jews can fit into a clown car and actually comparing someone to Hitler.
I could not find it funny if I tried. And believe me, I tried, at least until I got too disgusted with myself and let off. I said this upthread as well: I think most people in Israel are actually anesthetized to this sort of humour, because even if you grow up sensitive to it there is no way you can survive if you stay that way. So you learn to cover up any feelings of discomfort very quickly. I can't bring myself to do that, so I'm like someone with a nonexistent immune system living in a swamp. Disease paradise.
I'm very, very slowly improving when it comes to jokes and snide remarks and such, but last night was different. It wasn't people making fun of Hitler. It was somebody linking my name and his-the point being, taking an average person and drawing a connection between them and Hitler, which (see comment) in my family is tantamount to a call for murder. I realize we're not the norm but we're surely not a rare aberration. And regardless of how rare my upbringing is or isn't, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to realize that there is no real positive way to accept having HITLER stamped across your forehead. There really isn't. Some people may not be as bothered by it as I am, but I think even they will agree that any other character ever would have been preferable.
Thank you for your sympathy, and for trying to call. I love you too.
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Still, as wrong and stupid as it is, they would never do that if they'd knew you'd react the way you did.
Which one of the guys wrote it down?
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On the upside, Asaf called me today (the blond one, with the glasses? he's the birthday boy who ran out after me). He called to check up and apologize again; we had a long talk and he was amazing. If there's one good thing I'm taking out of this it is this boy.
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A point to Asaf, though.
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And, yes.
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