What would the world be like without the New Yorker magazine?

Since all of that fuss regarding my wearing a swastika armband at a recent costume affair, I’ve decided to keep this sensitivity journal, charting my increasing awareness of the feelings of others, especially those of different races, religions, and smells. Why, just last week I attended a synagogue service, where I wore a little crocheted tea cozy on my head and, during the prayers, I tried to sound like I was continually clearing my throat. I’ve also been watching reruns of “Seinfeld,” a television program that features a Jewish comedian, who seems quite amusing, particularly as he cavorts with other Jews. And, to atone for my much publicized and disgraceful ignorance, on Monday I approached a Jewish schoolmate and announced, “So you’re a Jew. I’m so sorry.”

There’s more, lots more.


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