I regret the sound of breaking glass

Gett: The Trial of Viviane Amsalem

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Some shit religious advisers shouldn't be able to tell you:

• What you can eat;
• what you must wear on your head;
• what you may and may not wear on your anything else;
• when you may and may not drive;
• under what circumstances you may and may not appear in public;
• what words you must not use when expressing righteous anger; and, more than anything else,
• what you must endure in the name of marriage, and how long you must continue to endure it.

You may accuse me of secular humanocentrism, but this is a screamingly maddening picture of the medievally gender-stacked deck that we play with when old men in funny funny hats get to listen to God and make the rules. It could be imams or bishops, but in this case, it's the rabbis who interpret the laws that govern divorce proceedings among the Orthodox in Israel and, for all I know, everywhere--a cinematic experience that is to frustration what Surround Sound is to sensory overload.