Jewish Journal

Get My Son A Stylist

by Chava Tombosky

July 7, 2010 | 11:29 pm

My eldest son wears a sweatshirt every day. Maybe he’s cold, maybe he hates his figure, or maybe he just likes the comfort of some old ratty jacket. Either way, I’ve told him that I refuse to buy him another one. It’s time he looks normal, and stops hiding in a big ugly chocolate brown sweatshirt that has frayed cuffs and smells of teenage sweat. It’s 80 degrees outside. 

Today he came home with a bright idea. He found a sweatshirt that zips up all the way past the hood. In other words, it zips up over his face. He really wants me to buy him this jacket that makes him look like some psycho freak show from Silence of the Lambs.

As the little clever lawyer in training that he is, he swore this was a perfectly normal article of clothing- his un-weird proof? This sweatshirt has holes in the hood for his eyes- perfectly safe.  What should I be more worried about- that my Jewish son wants to look like a member of the Ku Kux Clan, or that he is most comfortable wearing a snuggly at age 13?

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