IT'S THE SHOES, STUPID
[Thank you MotherM for today's post. To all commentors - please keep those comments coming - any topic is good - I need YOUR comment for tomorrow's post - KollelVeib]
When we were applying for my son to get into a Cheder, I was told that I should come along to the interview with my husband. In discussions with my husband, we realized that presumably the reason for this was so that they would be able to "check me out as well".
I of course wore the "nebbiest" outfit I could find, fully expecting that at some point I would find myself in conversation with some kind of secretary who would pass on details of my dress.
Imagine my surprise, when in actualty, we saw nobody the whole time other than the Menahel. We went straight into the Menahel's office, and after a 20 minute discussion were ushered out. I would like to make the story jucier and say that I noticed the Menahel looking over my dress to check my appropriateness; however, in all honesty, I did not notice anything of the sort. He spoke almost entirely to my husband during the meeting.
HOWEVER, a friend of my husband's who was close to the Menahel (who happened not to know of my husband's frienship with this individual) subsequently reported to my husband that my nail polish and shoes seemed to send the wrong message in the eyes of the Menahel. (I did not get in to that particular school, although the happy ending is that our second choice worked out very well.)
So . . . who thinks this is appropriate?