A kiss on the hand may be so Continental, but diamonds aren’t forever anymore
When I turned 18 years old, my parents gave me a pair of diamond earrings. Later that same night at a comedy club, when a comedian on stage asked me what I got for my birthday, I showed him the diamonds.
\”You must be Jewish, right?\” he said.
I was — still am, as a matter of fact. But I didn\’t know yet about Jews and diamonds. I\’m not talking about the diamond industry, in which Israeli and Diaspora Jews are heavily involved, but in the purchase and wearing of diamonds.