Sep 10 2012
As many moms anxiously prepare for the upcoming High Holidays, busy with long grocery shopping lists, menu planning, and getting their children prepared, singles are going through their own anxiety.
For many, Rosh Hashanah marks yet another year single, another year not yet a mom or dad. In 2011, fully one third of Jewish adults living in Manhattan, where I live, were single, never married. And among many of them, the conversations leading up to the holiday season, especially when weekday holidays make it tough to travel to see family, are sometimes filled with shoulder shrugs and sighs: “What are you doing for Rosh Hashanah?” “I don’t know, you?” “I don’t know…” Read the rest of this entry →
Mar 13 2012
It’s Dude Week here at Kveller, which gives me the perfect opportunity to ask a question that has been bothering me for years now.
Where are all the single Jewish men?
You may think that Kveller isn’t necessarily the right forum for such a question, seeing as how we tend to be more play-date than J-Date around here. But as long as we’ve got the men’s attention this week, I have to ask, where are all of your single buddies? (Please don’t say Israel–nothing against the homeland, but we were hoping for a distinctly American answer in this case.) Read the rest of this entry →
Aug 4 2011
Cheers to single friends.
Our house has been a busy place over the past few days. The ostensible reason that we moved from a cramped 2-bedroom in Crown Heights to the leisurely meadows of farther-out Flatbush was so that we had a yard for the kids to run around in, but the bare fact is, we love having sleepovers. And sleepovers are way more pleasant when you and your wife can retreat to your own room and not have some friends/acquaintances/visiting cousins from Australia/beer buddies snuggled up at your feet, ready to wake up the instant that one of you snores too loudly. Hence, our recently-packed house. Our friend Julia, who crashed for the past few days, just posted this really nice post on Zooey Deschanel’s website HelloGiggles.com. It’s called “Your Friends’ Babies Are Your Babies Too” and I’d like to (immodestly) think we had something to do with it. Just read this paragraph, and try not to squeal at the indelible cuteness that comes out. It’s totally our babies. Granted, I think that any time I read anything about babies, but there’s some firsthand knowledge on this one.
Even their sadness is cute. Don’t they know that their earth-shattering fear and discomfort over anything and everything is baseless? If I was a baby, I’d enjoy having no real worries and being hugged and comforted for freaking out every time I thought my mom disappeared when, in fact, all I did was close my eyes for a minute. They don’t even have to burp! People rub their little backs and do it for them! Then they go through this phase. Glimpses of it show up later, in toddler hood, but around the six-month mark (or whenever their vision stops being blurry), they get this Look. You’ll be holding them and having a silly old time, and suddenly they’ll give you the Look. Their eyes bore straight in yours, with this piercing gaze like they hold the key to the universe and understand how it relates to your measly little adult life. Read the rest of this entry →