Despite the fact that our mothers drilled this rule into us, none of us—Gloria, Lisa or Jill—obeyed this rule all of the time. And in each case, we indeed courted heartache. “Do as I say, not as I do”—isn’t that the saying?
Jill’s Story
When I was a teenager, I dated a lot of guys who drove white Corvettes. At fourteen, I fell in love with a guy named Michael who was twenty-one and in college. Can you imagine? Eventually, I introduced him to my family as Michael Sniderman, a nice Jewish boy. Only his name wasn’t Michael Sniderman, it was Michael Baladucci, and he was Italian and Catholic, not Jewish. Even then I knew what the rules were; I just didn’t obey them. But when it came time for me to get serious, I only dated Jewish guys. I didn’t want any more heartache and I definitely wanted a big, beautiful wedding. Mommy was really clear on that one—“If you don’t marry a Jew... not only am I not making the wedding, I am not coming either.” ■
Lisa’s Story
I was always the good girl. It would never have occurred to me to lie to my parents. So when I started dating a minister’s son named Ian my freshman year, I reported that fact in my weekly telephone call from college. One weekend, two weekends, three weekends. On the fourth weekend, when the weekly report still included a date with Ian, my dad got on the phone and told me that if I did not break up with Ian that exact same night, I was to consider myself an ex-student of Johns Hopkins. I would be coming home that Thanksgiving to stay, permanently.
My first reaction was laughter. I thought he was kidding. Then it turned into hysteria. The truth is I was really shocked. I never expected my parents to threaten me like this. I always knew they wanted me to date Jewish guys and marry one; they were very clear on this issue. But I also thought they trusted my judgment, and now they had overreacted about a very casual dating relationship. What did I do? I broke up with Ian. I’ll never forget what Ian said that night: “The only reason I’ll accept for you breaking up with me is because I’m not Jewish.” Um, yes. Yeah, that was the reason. Ian’s roommate, Bill, later told me that Ian had been in love with me. That is the same Bill I have been married to for twenty-eight years. ■
ask yourself
1.
How important is your faith to you?
2.
How important is your faith to your family?
3.
Do you want to raise your children with the same faith you were raised with?
4.
Is this an issue you are willing to compromise on, or is this a deal breaker?
5.
Would either of you consider converting?
In Conclusion
Dating may be gut-wrenching and heartbreaking, but it is also the stuff of every great romantic comedy. “’Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” may not have been written by a Jew (thank you, Alfred, Lord Tennyson), but it surely could have been written by the Jewish mother. We want you to plunge into life, and feel all the joy of love, despite the risk of heartbreak. Use both your head and heart to find the one who is right for you. Just remember, if you’ve made a mistake, your life is not over. As Grandma Helen always used to say, “There’s another bus coming.” Hop on. We might have a nice guy for you to sit next to.
3
Beauty and Health
Let’s face it; it’s hard to undo
a first impression, and if a first
impression is really lousy, you won’t
have the chance to make a second
W
e are discussing health and beauty together in one chapter because we see beauty as a reflection of good health and because good health radiates its own kind of beauty. But if there is one thing the Jewish mother never takes for granted, it is the health of herself and her loved ones. We mean never. Never. Lisa wakes up every morning and says a gratefulness prayer that her arms and legs move and that she is free of pain. Recent health scares that affected Bobby and their Jonathan have made Jill more aware than ever of the fragility of life. And we won’t begin to recite the litany of bridge partners Mommy has lost in the last few years. Living in Florida means instant immersion into the details of every single thing that can possibly go wrong in your body. Oy
vey!
Nonetheless, here is Mommy’s philosophy of life:
Rich is better than poor
Smart is better than dumb
Young is better than old
Thin is better than fat
Tall is better than short
Pretty is better than ugly
We all know these statements aren’t necessarily true—there are lots of wonderful poor, dumb, old, fat people out there. (We’re kidding.... Where’s your sense of humor?) But let’s face it; it’s hard to undo a first impression, and if a first impression is really lousy, you won’t have the chance to make a second. Maybe you aren’t tall, thin and twenty-five, but taking pride in your appearance no matter what your age or stature tells people that you value yourself. Jewish women are all about self-respect. Plus, do you really think all those anchorwomen get on television strictly because of their brains and experience? Get real.
Everyone has a different perception of beauty. Some cultures value a rounder figure, others a certain skin tone or hair color. Rarely do people see themselves as others do. If you ask people what they would like to fix about themselves, you’d be surprised at their answers—teeth, feet, eyes, features you might not consider flaws at all.
Jewish women have a cultural obsession with physical beauty, which is not always the healthiest thing for ourselves or our families. We inflict and have been subject to countless admonitions to stand up straight, avoid desserts, and change our hairstyles. How many girls did we know who got nose jobs at sixteen? It was almost a rite of passage. Mommy always said (we kid you not) that she chose Daddy for his nose. Our family is both shallow and deep.
Grandma Syl used to say, “Beauty is as beauty does,” but what she really meant was “You need to be beautiful on the outside, but beauty alone is not enough.” She would say this as we were picking at the divine Ebinger’s blackout cake that always sat on her yellow kitchen table. Of course Grandma Syl was right. If you are not beautiful on the inside, you eventually appear ugly to people as they get to know you. Think about your best friend’s eye color. Do you even remember it? Yet we’re sure if you were to describe her, you’d say she was lovely. We do not mistake superficial good looks for inner beauty, the true and lasting kind. But what’s wrong with having both? The Jewish mother wants it all.
Since Looks Count, Our Beauty Secrets
We believe the three most important variables that affect your appearance are hair, weight and skin. All are a reflection of good health, and we realize that disease and medications can affect these aspects of your appearance at times. In general, however, a good figure, lovely hair and clear skin guarantee that you are a pretty person to the rest of us, even if you may worry that your nose is crooked or your eyes are small. Don’t worry too much about your features—that’s why we have makeup. If you possess two out of three of these aspects, you are probably still attractive but not the knockout you are capable of being. If you have only one of these beauty assets right now, then our advice is to begin working on one of the others. When we talk about hair, weight and skin, what we mean is this:
Hair: A flattering cut and color are essential. We are not snobs when it comes to the process—all we care about is the result. Our Aunt Nessie has the most gorgeous hair, and she colored it herself for years. The great thing about changing your hairstyle is that it is the quickest and easiest way to dramatically improve your appearance. Plus it’s fun to experiment; sometimes we go to the flea market in Florida just to try on wigs.
Skin: If you have acne, get rid of it, preferably without resorting to potentially dangerous medicines. If you have acne scars, consult a good dermatologist or plastic surgeon. Many are now recommending “blue light” or other laser treatments. If you do not want a laser treatment, then find excellent cover-up/fill-in makeup. Do not neglect this aspect of your appearance, as your skin quality reflects your overall health and energy aura. (And by the way, make sure you get a “mole patrol” checkup regularly for skin cancers.)
Weight
: We have a lot of sympathy for this issue; if there is one thing we identify with, it is being overweight. However, if you want to be at your most attractive, you must be more thin than fat. You know the cliché: “Which is it—if you look better, you’ll feel better, or if you feel better, you’ll look better?” It’s irrelevant. Obesity is a health issue. If you are too heavy, please change your diet. If necessary, have gastric bypass surgery. Being of healthy weight is the single most important thing you can do for your appearance and your health.
Shall we write an entire book on our own weight neuroses? We could—we are Jewish, after all. Most of us were born with body types that do not resemble Heidi Klum’s, and yet we beat ourselves up about our bodies anyway. Nature or nurture? Who the hell knows? How many dollars have been paid to how many shrinks to discuss how many body-image issues? Here are a few stories:
Body Image
How do we keep our figures? Gloria never eats sitting down, only standing up. (Didn’t you know there are no calories when you eat standing up?). Jill picks at food, throws water on it, and throws in a few chocolate squares instead of a meal. Plus Jill drinks a lot of diet soda—she is never without her diet soda, which Gloria and Lisa constantly nag her to stop drinking, because they believe diet soda to be an incredibly unhealthy substance. Lisa eats whatever she wants and then moans and complains about it. That’s why she is still fighting those last ten pounds.
Gloria’s Story on Being Fat
I never remember a time in my early years when I wasn’t chubby. From “chubby” went to heavy. By the time I started high school I weighed about 140. When I graduated I was 150 and when I entered college I was 160 pounds, a lot for my five-foot-four-inch frame. At a time when most girls look their best, I was at my worst and would stay that way for a few months into my freshman year. Toward the end of that year, I began to lose the weight. By the time I left college in Vermont a year and a half later, I weighed 128.
The following Christmas I was invited to a party in New York. While I was there I met a guy from the college that I had left six months before. He didn’t recognize me. He was making a play for me when I told him who I was. He was shocked and asked me up to Vermont for the big dance. I refused to go, but I felt really, really good about myself. I also realized a very important thing. Your first impression is the most important. People don’t really see you after that. Even though I had lost the weight gradually while I was still at that school, no one really took notice until I left. Then they “resaw” me with new eyes. ■