Betsy Farber

How Burlesque Helped Me Find My Jewish Soul

I could feel sweat dripping down every crevice. For my burlesque show, Nice Jewish Girls Gone Bad, I was cloaked in a Hasidic costume, a man’s full itchy wool suit, fake payot, and a fur hat — all soon to be ripped off, minus the Star of David pasties. As I stepped on onto the…