Rabbi Julie Take One
“What should we call you?” I tell them my name is Julie, but they can call me whatever they want.
Do they want to call me Rabbi Pelc? I don’t feel like Rabbi Pelc. It sounds like someone old, someone wise, someone male. Many of my colleagues would choose to be Rabbi Julie, a nice compromise. But this begs the question — if I were a man, even a male student, would I still flinch when they called me Rabbi? Or would I shyly smile, knowing the title will be mine soon enough?