Following up on @DBashIdeas, the Jewish Action issue, and @themishpacha supplement that I haven't read yet, I want to say one thing about cost-of-frum-life discussions: enormously underrated in this conversation is the choice of where to live--*not* in the cost-of-living sense.
In the setting your barometer of what's normal, acceptable, adequate, and setting your kids' barometer of what's normal, acceptable, adequate.
I think people consider a lot of factors when they choose a community in which to live and raise a family, and "how will this set our family's materialism-barometer" is not necessarily one of them.
I know we all like to think we're independent thinkers, and we'll decide for ourselves what a kitchen or a minivan or a bar mitzvah or a vacation should look like. But it's just not true. A cursory examination of either behavioral economics or mussar literature will back me up.
What goes on all around us sets our sense of what's adequate, what's respectable, what's embarrassing. And even if we adjust down (or up) from there, that's where our thermostat is starting. (Yes, I know I just switched measuring instruments.)
With no credit to me, I raised my kids in Washington Heights. (It wasn't planned this way, but it's how things turned out.) It's funny that we can live on the island of Manhattan and be out-of-town, but so it is.
We mostly drive used vans. (Why lease a new one to subject to NYC street parkers?) We all live in rented apartments. No one's apartment is all that fancier than anyone else's, and our bathrooms and kitchens look like whatever the landlord was putting in that year.
Shabbos clothing is Shabbosdik, and very modest. (Okay, not my hats.)
Simchas up to weddings are all celebrated in the same YU simcha room, with the same caterer.
It's not that I was smart enough to plan for this. I take no credit for it. But having it, and watching my siblings' and friends' kids--in yeshivish, Torah homes, but whose barometers are being set in very different communities--I see how much of a difference it makes.
It's just not true that you can say to your kids "these are our values and we do things differently." There's a limit to how many times you can ask your kids to be different than all their friends. At some point, it's not fair. And some kids will be fine with it, and some won't.
(Rabbi @yakovhorowitz once spoke to a YU Rebbetzins' conference about raising kids in a rabbinic fishbowl. A rebbetzin asked about not letting her kids play ball on Shabbos when other community kids were allowed to, but conveying a sense of pride in to the family's standards.
Rabbi Horowitz was not a fan. Having you child sitting inside on Shabbos, face pressed to the window glass, watching the other kids playing outside, is not conducive to positive religious or family development.
I don't think it was what the Rebbetzin expected to hear. In essence, he said, you can raise your kid to be 1 or 2 clicks off the communal norm, but not more than that.)
If I lived in a community in which everyone was driving a new car all the time, my 10 year old, 130,000+ mile Odyssey would be embarrassing. If I lived in a community in which everyone had renovated and decorated homes, my apartment would be embarrassing.
My kids wouldn't have been willing to have the bar and bas mitzvahs that they had.
But I don't--again, no credit to me. And so the van's fine, the apartment's fine, the bnai mitzvah were fine. This was an accident, but a very fortunate one. It has made an enormous difference.
I wish we were more explicit about how important that decision it is, and what an enormous difference it makes.
It's not enough to say "Don't spend so much on bar mitzvah/car/vacation/house." We have to say "Put yourself in a context in which it will be reasonable, do-able to spend less on a bar mitzvah/car/vacation/house." We don't do this alone. It takes a village with shared values.
(I thought I was done, but I want to say one more thing. For a while, I was traveling the circuit giving a talk about Frum Women and the Juggling Act. My kids still tease me about it, even thought I haven't given it in years. You can find various versions up on YUTorah.
I was speaking in Riverdale about this topic, and outlined what I identified as various factors that contribute to the freneticism, the juggling, the demands. A woman whom I know well, who is wise and compassionate and deeply invested in the community, came over to me afterwards.
"You talked about many things that contribute to this," she said. "But one thing you didn't mention was envy."
I thought about it and said, "You're right. Because from my life in Washington Heights I don't see that, I didn't think about it. But it is a driving force." /fin
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As someone who lived through the awful days of March and April of 2020 in New York City, I cannot believe that a political movement made an active choice to replicate what we suffered through.
My son is an EMT. At one point, they received orders that if a cardiac arrest patient couldn't be resuscitated outside the hospital, they should be pronounced dead and not brought to the hospital for further treatment--resources couldn't be spared.
FOX hosts and GOP electeds chose this for their listeners and constituents.
אֶת־חֲטָאַ֕י אֲנִ֖י מַזְכִּ֥יר הַיּֽוֹם
I was once Mr. Logic Man. Everything was a debating society point; if I could argue my way around you I was right and you were wrong. (And I could usually argue my way around you.)
Not only were lived experience and feelings irrelevant, introducing them into the conversation proved the weakness of an argument that could not stand up to the rigors of reasoned debate.
(If this sounds like a whole lot of frum internalized misogyny, you are absolutely right.)
I remember in college at some point getting into a vigorous argument with someone about how disabled people would be best served by robust Access-A-Ride programs that would give them rides places, rather than retrofitting public transit stations. Cost/benefit analysis, you see.
The ad hominems aren't worth addressing (and if I'm the staunchest proponent of abortion you know you should probably get out more), but there's something here that's either misinformed or dishonest, and is important to point out.
I know two married frum women--by know, I don't mean "heard about"; I mean "see/speak to weekly"--who terminated pregnancies for fetal abnormalities incompatible with life. They did so under the guidance of the greatest poskim in my community.
In one case, the pregnancy was the result of an expensive, physically arduous, and emotional taxing IVF process. Every day she carried the pregnancy with the doomed fetus was a day that she was suffering through well-wishes for the "finally!" pregnancy that wasn't viable.
August 28th is my birthday. It's also the anniversary of the day I learned about my stillbirth fourteen years ago. (Never schedule a doctor's/midwife's appointment on your birthday--you may 1. change the day forever and 2. never be able to forget the date when.)
(Otherwise perfectly normal pregnancy; we'd passed the standard 18-20 week anatomy scan with flying colors. I found out about the fetal death when the midwife couldn't get a heartbeat on the Doppler. Nothing discernible happened--testing revealed no genetic abnormalities.)
That experience--the decisions I had to make then (deliver a dead baby? Go under general anesthesia and have them extract a dead baby from my unconscious body? Yes, this is awful, but these are the decisions that have to be made),
Years later, I met a student who had been in that first class that I taught. She said, "You know what I remember that you taught us? You taught us that people didn't evacuate New Orleans because Katrina hit on the 29th and they didn't have enough money left to fill up on gas."
(Or to buy bus tickets, or for motels....Evacuating costs money, and if you live paycheck-to-paycheck, you don't have a lot of it on the 29th of a 31-day month.)