I've been thinking a lot recently about how I got into Talmud, and in particular how absolutely wacky my first introduction to it was. I was a Literature major in college with a concentration in French, and my senior year I became interested in taking a few Jewish Studies courses before I graduated. Two of my friends — both men, both involved in the undergraduate egalitarian prayer community, both destined for Ph.Ds in Jewish Studies — had been taking a graduate level Aramaic linguistics course, and they suggested I join them for semester two. I protested that this idea seemed completely absurd, since I did not know any Aramaic at all, much less enough for the
This was very interesting to read, shkoyach. As someone who mainly has female colleagues, I've wondered whether anyone has written about being a man making his way into a generally female community, and what he's learned from that experience?
On a related note, does Rich touch on the period before women were admitted as professors, when many wives assisted with their husbands' research (without any official credit)?
This was very interesting to read, shkoyach. As someone who mainly has female colleagues, I've wondered whether anyone has written about being a man making his way into a generally female community, and what he's learned from that experience?
On a related note, does Rich touch on the period before women were admitted as professors, when many wives assisted with their husbands' research (without any official credit)?