Bombs Over the Middle East

I initially didn't want to post this because it's so offensive, but I figured if you ready my post about abortions and are still with me, this would give you a really good understanding of what I'm up against. I have begun to realize recently that my brother is not, as I previously thought, closer to me in general life belief and understanding, but much closer to my parents. I feel like this somehow got more pronounced after he had kids. I remember one time my mom, dad, and I were having dinner with him at his house. Sisterinlaw was at a work dinner or something. We were talking about terrorism, and my brother said something like, "All Muslims should die. All Muslims want to kill all Jews so we should kill them first" My brother is generally a smart, nice man so I figured he was just blurting things out, but when confronted he would backpedal. I tried reasoning with him that it can't be the case that all Muslims are hateful and want Jews to die, and sure there are a handful of Muslims who probably think that, but there are crazy Jews out there too, but he wasn't having any of it. I think the conversation ended with him saying "We should bomb them all" and me walking out of the room.

Are You Jewish?

I was talking to my parents about the new guy I'm dating, who happens not to be Jewish. We had been dating for several months and he even met my parents a couple times, so I thought it was completely ridiculous when my mom asked me if he knows that I'm Jewish, the implication being that if he knew, he probably wouldn't be dating me. Of course he does! Why would I date someone for MONTHS and let him meet my parents, and not tell him I'm Jewish for fear that he would dump me? Then when I had convinced my parents that he indeed knows I'm Jewish and doesn't have a problem with it, my dad tells me to be careful because in 5 years, he will be calling me a derogatory word for Jew.

Tickled Pink

My nephew has slight feminine tendencies. He's 5 and likes wearing nail polish, dressing up in feather boas and high heels, and his favorite color is pink. He, my niece, and my mom were in my room and I was handing out glow bracelets for them to play with. I asked my nephew what color bracelet he wanted, and of course he says "pink!" My mom: "That's a weird color..." I gave her a death stare and the whole rest of the time she kept commenting on what a great color pink is, that my nephew picked the best color bracelet, etc, etc.