Deriving pleasure from both giving and receiving Jewish guilt.
I am not Jewish; no one believes this…
What I am is a nebbish. And nebbishes exist in all shapes, forms, colors, and creeds.
About a year ago, my therapist (again… not Jewish) told me with great satisfaction how much I reminded him of Woody Allen.
(Note: Because I’m a funny, romantic neurotic… not because I diddle kids)
“Oh yeah?” I said smiling, “in that case, I want a refund. Because this ‘therapy’ thing clearly isn’t working out.”