I encountered another variation on this theme during my annual stay at a Jewish summer bungalow colony. The colony’s social director introduced himself with a song, set to a klezmer-like tune, in one stanza of which he sang about how his parents and older relatives hated that he had decided to become a social director. A social director! A social director! Don’t tell us our boy is a social director!

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