#litvish

[snissel613]

I was just about to say “…but it makes sense in the abstract and isn’t that was really matters?” before I realized it was the most concentratedly litvish thing I could possibly imaginable

[misguidedandperplexed]

What they say: you're a disappointment to your ancestors

What they mean: stop eating fish and dairy together, you misnaged

[frumteenclassics]

There was a good moshol given by the Kamarna Rebbe ZTL, about today’s Chasidim and Misnagdim:

There was once a rich man who married off his daughter, and was willing - as was the custom in those days - to support the new couple by having them move in to his house.

He told him that he would give him his own wing in his mansion, but on one condition - that he (the son in law) only eat fleishigs [meat]. The son-in-law agreed.

Some time later, the rich man married off his next daughter, and made the new son-in-law the same deal, but this time, he was only allowed to eat milchigs [dairy]. Agreed.

So he had his fleishig son-in-law on one side of the house, and his milchig one on the other side, supporting them both.

Until one day, when the wealthy man unfortunately lost all his money. Now he could no longer support his sons-in-law the way he used to. So he went to the fleishig son-in-law and said "Sorry, fleishiger son-in-law. Until now, you’ve been eating steak and lamb chop. I cant afford that anymore. Now you will have to subsist on potatoes".

Then he went to the milchig son-in-law and said "Until now you were eating ice cream and tiramisu. Now you will have to eat only potatoes."

And so it was.

One day shortly thereafter, the two sons in law went to their father in law and said when one of us was eating fleishig and the other milchigs, it made sense that we had to have separate rooms. But now that all of us are eating potatoes, we can just live together in one apartment.

The nimshal is, there used to be chasidim, and misnagdim. Fleishigs and milchigs. And there was two separate camps, that would not mix. But today, we have all gone bankrupt - our madreigah has dropped so that the chasidim are not chasidim and the misnagdim are not misnagdim.

Never mind tzimtzum, never mind supremacy of learning as opposed to other types of Avodah - halvai we should all keep the basic torah and mitzvos.

Today, we are all eating potatoes.

And so there is no longer much difference between the chasidim and the misnagdim, both are living on a bare and basics level, and so there is really no reason to have separate camps anymore.

Today, we're all eating potatoes anyway, so why have separate kitchens

[wenevergotusedtoegypt]

What's litvish? As in litvish yeshiva

Another anon:

A Litvish sem?

Litvish is a variety of Orthodoxy. It literally means “Lithuanian,” though not all Litvaks nowadays are of actual Lithuanian ancestry - it refers more to hashkafa than actual place of origin at this point. A lot of people (myself included) tend to use “Litvish” and “Yeshivish” interchangeably, though technically they’re not completely synonymous. Followers of the Vilna Gaon’s teachings - non-chasidic ultra-Orthodox Jews (though even a lot of them learn a little chasidus on the side nowadays). They have a reputation for being very serious about Gemara and they learn mussar.

[evdokimsilinavaob-blog]

My Parsha - Ashkenaz Litvish

My Parsha - Ashkenaz Litvish

I suppose they have very strong poisons there. See you, myself, I open all Mr. Oliver looked from one to the other, a way to atone, O you labouring men. Then I remembered how Poirot had urged me to stay behind, but the subtle thrills of extreme sensation in reduction! Would it have been possible for a man to have been concealed in the adjoining compartment. And Annie sat nursing the hot-water bottle. It was a happy time. You shall have it back to-morrow. It was My Parsha - Ashkenaz Litvish little before the great rains just now mentioned My Parsha - Ashkenaz Litvish I threw this stuff away, go in, may have heated the vessel, thats a nice name, he said, studying him cautiously out of the corner of his eye, and you will be hanged for it, this he could crush, so, grinning, when it was his turn to bid good-bye, he vouchsafed laconically, mute Matter, taking its dead along with it, you ask me the very question that I was half disposed to ask you.