When I was a kid, Jewish mothers used to compete with each other over their sons’ professions. Back then, the big battle was between "my son the doctor" and "my son the lawyer."
Today while sitting shiva, three middle-aged Jewish Mothers from the apartment building came to visit:
Jewish Mother #1: So, Neil, are you still in California?
Neil: Yes, Los Angeles.
Jewish Mother #1: My son lives in Encino. He has his dermatology practice there.
Jewish Mother #2: My son used to live in California. Then he became a partner at a law firm in Fort Lauderdale. He loves it there.
Jewish Mother #3: My son was an ER doctor in Atlantic City. Then he was fired for gambling during work hours.
Jewish Mother #1: Molly, what a shanda!
Jewish Mother #2: This is terrible!
Jewish Mother #3: Oh, no. It was the best thing that ever happened to him. Now he’s a professional poker player and he’s always on that Texas Hold ’em show on the TV. He’s won three gold bracelets and a few hundred thousand dollars last year. He even says he’s good friends with Ben Affleck.
All the other mothers went ooh and ahh over "my son, the professional gambler."