Last Thursday I was sitting in one of my favorite cafes with my friends and doing what seniors say they hate to do yet secretly love: talking about college acceptances. In lieu of discussing my college acceptance and the criteria I must have somehow arbitrarily met, I was told that I was a “cliche” in being a writer, feminist, white Jewish girl from New York City (i.e. all of the labels that explicitly define who I am…and who about a thousand other people are as well).
I admit that I was at first taken off guard by the cumulative label. I mean, who wants to be a cliche? Who wants to have all the attributes they thought made them unique make them so similar to others?
Actually, I do. A cliche is a series of interests that string together through the intersection of ideas. I am a cliche because the various movements I am passionate about are connected by media, geography, and ideals. Being a cliche allows me to tap into all these aspects of my life to benefit the whole. I write about Judaism and feminism. Living in New York City allows me to openly embrace both. Not to mention that I started this blog on the basis of that intersection so you can say this blog is an expression of a cliche.
So yeah – I am a total cliche. And I love it. And I will continue to embrace it with writing and with analyzing the various aspects of my life with a critical eye so that I do not compromise one interest in favor of another.