Welcome to the world of Manhattan publicist Aimee Albert, whose topsy-turvy "I love Jewish men, I hate Jewish men" dating life is the subject of Laurie Graff's latest novel, "The Shiksa Syndrome." Much like Graff's best-selling books "You Have to Kiss a Lot of Frogs" and "Looking for Mr.
Goodfrog," "The Shiksa Syndrome" is chick-lit to the extreme, as Aimee's series of romantic mishaps as a Jew-turned-shiksa offer up moments of humor, sadness and all-around awkwardness.
Fun fact of the day: You don't have to be Jewish to be on JDate. You don't even have to be "willing to convert", but I go ahead and check that box anyway. This sector asks you to take a color code test, which will determine and define your core personality traits. I X his face away, but it's immediately replaced by three more.
I begin to tire of this very deep and very personal probing and head to the details portion of my profile, thinking it will be a quick hit of basic stats. Height, 5'11"; body style, lean and slender; hair, dark brown; eyes, green; ethnicity, cauc -- uh. 'Likes & Interests' is a multiple-choice sort of deal, so that section flies by pretty quickly, setting me up for the Kibitz tab.
It's there that Aimee meets Josh, a "nice Jewish boy" who mistakes her for a shiksa.
In large part because this little Catholic loves the Jews, and has been told by many of their most devoted that she would be quite welcome in the tribe. Open myself up to an onslaught of unvetted creepers? I head back to my profile and click on the final notch -- Compatibility. As I'm contemplating a future filled with flats and neck pain, an irksome, Nokia-esque noise begins to ping from my screen. The face of a 55-year-old man is leering at me, asking if I would like to chat. "Jew Got Soul has viewed your profile." I feel so violated. I'm really excited to test the waters on this site. I'm beginning to think there should be a separate shiksa membership to this site -- dictionary included. Your answer will show up alongside your profile photo in this chat room of sorts, and people can comment, like, or click to send a little love tap your way.(Luckily, "The Shiksa Syndrome" provides one for the Yiddish neophyte.) Peter makes a quick entrance and exit as he dumps Aimee during Christmas dinner, leaving her with a clear mission: Next time, she's going to find a Jewish guy, no exceptions.To brighten her post-breakup spirits, Aimee's family surprises her with a head-to-toe makeover.
And where, for Yahweh's sake, are my adorably pale little schlemiels??
The hot, Hebrew-speaking honey you've been chasing might be attracted to, dare I say it, a shiksa!