"On a Shabbat afternoon last summer, sitting with two colleagues, one turned to the other and said, "Daniel, is this your tallis?" "No," I said, "It's mine." Nothing specifically identifies my tallis as feminine. To the contrary, it is nondescript; white with blue stripes, the tallis my brother received for his Bar Mitzvah. The bag, too, is blue velvet with a gold embroidered star. I would have made the same mistake. The only thing that identifies my tallis as belonging to a woman are the lipstick stains."
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