Jews in the Hood

You know what’s REALLY annoying? Geeky Jewish men trying to talk to other geeky Jewish men like they grew up together in the hood.

In addition to being the last day of school, it was also pre-K graduation. Which meant that besides all of the other parents who pick up late (like me) the place was swarming with parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, siblings and god knows who else who I am sure started camping outside the auditorium at 10am this morning to ensure the best possible seat to bear witness to little Kaileighah’s pre-kindergarten commencement.

As I was walking into the building I saw your typical Jewish preschool dad sitting on one of the benches: mid/late thirties, tan suit, wire glasses, blackberry glued to his ear. Sorta good looking, but in a nebbishy, “nice Jewish boy” sort of way. Probably works in finance or sales. Anyway, he was futzing with his phone when he saw another dad walking into the building. Guy put his phone down, looked up and said, “what up dawg!”

Really? Has he been embracing his inner Randy Jackson from American Idol? And exactly what hood did this guy grow up in? Scottsdale? Northbrook/Skokie/Glenview (IL)? Westchester (NY)?

Yo yo yo. . . I get that these guys were down with one another being that they both had kids graduating pre-K and because they are in the same Tribe and all. But I guarantee you that the closest that this guys has EVER been to the ghetto was the time his roommate’s dad got him floor seats to the Knicks and they got lost in Harlem on the way to Madison Square Garden.

**Dan doesn’t like this entry because he thinks I am making fun of his friends. My was raised in the hood of Fort Wayne, Indiana. . .aka “The Fort.”