Confession: Every spring I go buy a new pair of Sperry Top-Sider’s, I drink a Bloody Mary every Sunday morning, and even though I didn’t agree with the politics of the late William F. Buckley, I totally would have loved to have hung out with the guy.
Am I a product of assimilation? Did my great grandparents escape the harsh cold of the old country so their little Jasonchik could shop at L.L. Bean, dream of riding in sailboats, and trips to Montauk? 
The answer is that it really doesn’t matter: according to JSpot, Jews might be the new WASPs.