Jewish guilt

So what would a Goy like me know about Jewish guilt, you ask. Isn't that cultural appropriation or something? Well, after almost twenty years consorting with the Farm Manager's clan, I think I've gained some insights. Jewish mothers wield guilt like a surgical instrument. An apt analogy, because nine out of ten Jewish mothers will unsheath the guilt weapon if their daughter fails to marry a doctor. Consequently,90% of Jewish daughters feel like failures if they didn't snag one in holy matrimony. Jewish dads, on the other hand, are much more blase about the matter. The main thing for them, is their baby gonna be happy? But for their sons it's different. Jewish sons feel like failures if they don't surpass their fathers' accomplishments. That wasn't hard for the first generation of immigrants. Dad was a furrier or a scrap dealer. He worked his ass off to make sure you could get a profession. That second gen didn't have a lot of trouble surpassing the first. But trouble reared its head for the third generation. When your dad had already accomplished so much, on account of working hard to please his father, your zaida, that played out in all sorts of ways, which is why Jews are more likely to have weekly visits with fancy therapists. Read up on those third-gen Reichmann kids and you'll see what I mean. My Jewish mother-in-law was an absolute artiste with those surgical tools. She was also the doyenne of the local Little Theatre troupe for over fifty years. Acting was in her blood, every minute of every day. And we all loved that about her! In fact, me and the Farm Manager have a theory about how Bruno is the re-incarnation of her Mom. Now that's she's on the other side, she was feeling guilty about all the guilt she peddled, and she decided to come back as Bruno to make it up to us. Back in the day, you couldn't take Ruth out to dinner without somebody coming over to tell her how great she was. Now we can't take Bruno anywhere without somebody coming over to tell him how great he is. We know that's you, Ruthie!