Last Saturday night, I had

Last Saturday night, I had a most Jewlicious adventure.

Due to the efforts and generosity of Dr. Janice, the Urban Kvetch Bloggerette ventured forth on a rainy night to a dimly-lit Moroccan kosher restaurant on the Upper West Side in a valiant effort to bring even more of the virtuality of the blogosphere into her reality. Some of what transpired I cannot repeat. (My legal counsel has advised me to remain mute on some topics.) But if you read Jewlicious, you'll get an idea.

For those of you unfamiliar with their site, they're a hip, irreverent, knowledgable team (CK, Laya, and the GrandMuffti) that analyzes, assesses, mocks, derides, lauds and laughs at all things Jewish and pop culture, Jewish and newsy, etc. They're Canadians, Sephardis, Ashkenazis, Israelis, and Dwellers of the Garden State. Basically, the site and its team members are the personification of all things Jewlicious.

Check out, for example, Bad Boys Are Big!, a post on Dov Charney, CEO of American Apparel, and all-around creepy person. You may get sucked into the discussion of whether or not women are looking for "bad boys" and can feel free to weigh in with your comments (here or there) as to whether nice guys even have a shot with women today.

Here's part of my first comment on the thread, for your discussion:

I blame movies, frankly, for high expectations of excitement in romance. And I think that the reason your honest man-friends got "shot down," may actually have more to do with the chemistry between the partners than the socially-conditioned expectation of "bad feels good." I think what we're looking for is mostly nice and respectful, with a tinge of darkness or edge that indicates an essentially flawed humanity. Too nice isn't anything I can relate to, because I think we all have darker moments. Or maybe I've said too much. I bet Dr. Janice analyzes me now.

Comments

[Anonymous]

Sheesh! Esther, I've been waiting a whole week to read this post! But you kind of went off track after you mentioned how each of us, prior to meeting in person, had only really known each other as bloggers. So we already knew one another from reading our blogs, although the knowledge was exclusively "virtual." And since not all bloggers post their pictures (like we do), wouldn't you agree that you would never have recognized the Grandmuffti in person based on just reading his blog posts?! :-)After meeting you, ck, laya and the G.M., I can now appreciate the experience of meeting someone "actually" after only knowing them "virtually." I'm keen on this issue since I had previously written some guidelines to singles about how to go about "virtual dating" since the sense of intimacy that we experience just by email and phone calls isn't always supported when meeting in person. I hope that we are able to continue our relationship, both virtually and actually. How about going on over to my site, registering as a member, and posting some comments there? You are always welcome!Dr. Janice

[Shareen]

INTERESTING! i've got sucked into the debate too: "women are looking for "bad boys"look at this other popular kvetch: "why do men like bitches?"if both these statements are true then, if you ponder for a brief moment on the deep mathematical model embedded in the two presumptions, the results are as follows:-most couples ("looked at" + taken) are bitches and bad boys.as a corollary, nice girls and guys get left behind and blog for comfort:-)

[GrandMuffti]

The Muffti had a fine time; it was a shame Esther and Janice couldn't continue the partying (which increased in intensity many times over) in Montreal, where the Muffti found (and, at times, lost) himself this weekend. The kind words regarding Jewlicious are also much appreciated; though I never really though of myself as very hip, I'm glad someone does (or, at least, that I get lumped in with other hip people). Keep up the good work. And it's glad to know that I'm not the only 'hip' buffy/angel fan out there.

[Esther]

I knew I sensed a kindred in the Muffti. Now I've identified the origin. The Jossosphere. If only you had invited me to Montreal, I might have accompanied you. Like I've said before..."rockstar partying, I'm in."

[Anonymous]

Well, the Muffti supposes that some kindred link is better than none. Sorry about the lack of invite to Montreal; accomodations were a touch tight this time around (some of my boys from Rutgers piled in the car when they realized rock starness was a possibility) and since Pierre sired Thomas, it's been more difficult to find enough places to stay...

[Anonymous]

Well, the Muffti supposes that some kindred link is better than none. Sorry about the lack of invite to Montreal; accomodations were a touch tight this time around (some of my boys from Rutgers piled in the car when they realized rock starness was a possibility) and since Pierre sired Thomas, it's been more difficult to find enough places to stay...