” I don’t know any litvish who wants to be anything but litvish..
You’ve never been on 13th Avenue on a hot, muggy summer day and observed some guy in a short sleeve white shirt and black pants turn around and gaze backwards, his eyes full of longing. at some sharply attired chusid in an elegant fur shtreimel, striped bekeshe and those really cool long white socks. I wouldn’t expect them to say anything out loud but deep inside, you know what they’re thinking.