Once, when I was 7 years old, I asked my father why there weren’t any Jewish women who were pretty.
“Why would you say that?” he asked. “There’s you and your mom and your aunts and your cousins.”
“No, I mean really,” I said. “Like famous women. Like models and actresses and singers and stuff. ‘Cause everyone who’s pretty is Christian, and everyone who’s ugly is Jewish, like Bette Midler in Hocus Pocus.”