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Have you ever gotten the Boro-Park Stare?

I am sure many of my readers have gotten the stare from little chaisdish kids as they shopped in national wholesale liquidators or as they ate pizza on 13th avenue. Pretty much anyone who doesn’t “belong” gets BPS’d.

Coined by Jacob da Jew in is latest post concerning the evil eye from folks wearing dead treife animals on their heads and their henchmen.

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  • January 28, 2007, 5:29 PM

    Thanks for picking it up


  • January 28, 2007, 5:31 PM

    Oh, I get it all the time. Sometimes from women with children in tow who ought to know better.

  • January 28, 2007, 5:35 PM

    Wow. Your blogging about stuff I always kvetch about. I love your blog.

    I hate those kids. i always stare back. Or I ask them, what are you looking at. I love to mess with them. They are taught in school to hate everything that doesnt walk, talk and dress like them. It’s the saddest thing, they are creating a whole new generation od judgemental holier than thou people.

    The future my a@@.

  • January 29, 2007, 5:00 AM

    I usually stare right back and tell them, “??? ??? ???? ????’? ???? ?’??? ????? ???”

  • January 29, 2007, 11:28 AM

    Doctors now say staring directly at it, can cause but not limited to; blindess and loss of vision. Rarely can they cause double vision, which can possibly be because of the extreme size of the object.

  • Anonymous March 21, 2009, 10:53 PM

    If you put your pants and underwear back on they will stop staring.

  • Allen Roth October 8, 2012, 9:53 PM

    “I hate those kids…I always stare back,” one commenter writes. Actually, I feel sad for them. Not only are they prisoners of a skewed picture of the world, but it can only hurt them (being unacquainted with everyone-else-in-the-world).

    I grew up in Boro Park, but way back, when it was a nice, mixed Jewish-Italian neighborhood (1960-1970). And the Jewish part wasn’t even Orthodox, who had just begun to move there (we were one of those families). Most Jews were Conservative, and there certainly were almost no Hasidim-Haredim at all.

    I only had occasion to go back there to visit my Mom a”h. On one such occasion, I was on my way back from my house in Amagansett (eastern L.I.) to my apartment in NYC, and I had my then-dog with me, a magnificent American Foxhound. During my visit to my Mom, I had to interrupt to take my dog out. So, there I am, walking on 51st St., and Tulsa is about to do his business, when I notice about four Hasidish kids across the street. And I see one boy say to a little girl, “I think he’s going to make.” It occurs to me, in the Boro Park of today, have these children EVER seen a dog? Very possibly not. How can someone grow up in such a universe?

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