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- Originally published on Reddit/r/exjew, republished here with the author's permission.
- It was night Seder in yeshiva, and I was learning with my chavrusa, a typical, happy-go-lucky, pious yeshiva guy who thought of me as a typical, happy-go-lucky, pious yeshiva guy, if perhaps a couple degrees more yeshivish than him. We were learning a Rashba when we came to a particularly difficult and enigmatic line, where I trailed off from reading to allow us both to think.
- In time honored fashion, I began to hum as I pondered possible and likely interpretations of the Rashba. After a few seconds, I realized that my chavrusa no longer looked lost in thought, and had an odd, somewhat awkwardly amused expression on his face while his eyes kept flickering over to me.
- Trying to figure out what was going on, I idly began analyzing what I was doing, and some part of my brain was like, 'Wait, what's that song you're singing... It's not Reb Boruch Ber's niggun... It's not Kempeh... Avraham Fried... not even 8th day....' And then it suddenly hit me, 'F*ck I'm humming Chappell Roan in middle of night Seder and this guy somehow realized.'
- GOD DAMN UBER DRIVERS FOR TEACHING YESHIVA BACHURIM TO RECOGNIZE GOYISH MUSIC
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