And if you suspect he does, dump the loser and hide his yarmulke.Since you bought this book, I'm going to assume you have an elementary knowledge of the Jewish faith and its lingo (or at least a piqued interest).Grish employs stereotypes with abandon, including the overbearing and neurotic Jewish mother and the always-tactless J.So the last way they’re going to try and resolve an argument is through fisticuffs.With a Jewish guy, you’re guaranteed nothing alien down south.More to the point, have you ever seen how a Jewish man reacts to not being satisfied at a restaurant?
comes complete with recipes for latkes and Nana’s chicken soup, a glossary of popular Yiddish words and phrases, and advice about what to wear on the Jewish holidays.
Pretty useless and just perpetuates stereotypes (jewish men are neurotic, good lovers, and only doctors/lawyers/bankers). I have no idea how the author managed to date and know so many Jews and yet still get so much wrong.
I realized it was going to be a fluffy book, but there could have been some relevance (for example how culture influences their choices, how religious rites fit in), but this was certainly all about how to change yourself and try to fit in. All she does is perpetuate and encourage stereotypes, instead of being practical and realistic.
Avi, who lives in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.
C., is neither a bimbo nor a women-belong-in-the-kitchen type: a Johns Hopkins University engineering grad (and grad of New York’s elite Fieldston School), she is a former consultant for a major auditing firm.