Posted by Ilana Angel
We all know I am addicted to reality television. I watch all the shows, at least once. With Bravo’s The Real Housewives series, I was hooked from the beginning, and have watched all seasons. They are a silly distraction, and pure entertainment.
There is an overlap this week with the end of Orange County, as New York City is beginning, so we get a double dose of these chicks. After years of watching, laughing, and thinking they were fabulous, it finally became clear this week. These chicks are actually quite disturbing.
What’s so interesting is that I can look at all the women, in all the cities, and compare them to women in my life. I actually see myself in some of them too. What does it say about me and my friends, that I am able to look at these ladies and see similarities, when they are so unappealing?
These chicks have no clue. They have become caricatures of themselves, and went from being people that I looked at and thought had lovely lives, to women that I would never change places with. They all appear to be miserable, and there is nothing attractive about that.
I always wanted to be a housewife. Instead I have worked, and raised my son on my own. I’ve gotten to play housewife through a couple of relationships, but it’s not the same. I honestly think that these women have no idea how blessed they are, or how pathetic they look.
These women should be ashamed by how they behave, particularly as mothers. I am mortified for their children. Do they not think about how it will impact the lives of their children down the road? They should be embarrassed, and seriously worry about what they are doing to their kids.
Why is the single chick in each cast so horrible? The un-married one is always a little skanky, and desperate. I’m the single one in my group, and it’s annoying that the single one is always a skank. I’ve been silent too long ladies. It’s time for you to be sucked into my blog.
Lynn, Orange County: You spent $2000 on shopping, the same week you and your family were evicted from your home for not paying rent. Your underage children both got wasted in a limo, which you were also in, and you said you don’t know how they got drunk.
You might want to knock off the lithium. You are delusional, and your family is crashing around you, and you don’t get it, or even seem to care. You chose to get a facelift, rather than spend time with your daughters, who are well on their way to having careers in porn. Grow up.
Kim, Atlanta: You are a mess. You smoke in the car, and at home, with your children there. It is simply the most selfish of acts. You are not only choosing to kill yourself, but your children. You drink in front of them constantly, and your boyfriend is married.
You claim to be 31. Let me just say this, if you are 31, then I am a 5’7”, natural blonde, who weighs 120 lbs. You are embarrassing yourself, and your children. You are a train wreck, and it’s quite disturbing. Your beautiful daughters are also on the A-train to porn.
Danielle, New Jersey: I actually felt a little sorry for you in the beginning. That passed quickly. You have a scary history, smoke in front of your kids, are constantly drinking, dating men who could be your sons, and putting your children in harms way. I think you are dangerous.
I have spent the past 14 years being a mother, and struggling to remember that I am also a woman. You live your life as if you’ve forgotten that you are a mother. I don’t get how that works. You will probably be the one to produce the “children of the real housewives” porn series.
Bethany, New York City: I never really understood why you were even on the show, since you have never been a housewife. Even now, you are still not a housewife. You scored yourself a good deal by hanging onto the coattails of your friends, then you seemed to get bitter.
The moment you became successful in business, and love, you became a little mean. You are horrible to the other women, and act like you are better than them. You have forgotten that before them, you were miserable. Am I missing something here Bethany my darling?
The hardest part of watching Bethany, is that she is my favorite. I adore that she speaks her mind, and does not care what people think of her. Granted we only see what they want us to see, so maybe they are all jealous of her, and she is just reacting. Let’s go with that because I don’t want to stop loving her.
As a woman who has aspirations of being a housewife one day, all I need to be successful, is to do the complete opposite of what you women do. You have become a joke, and I’m not sure you understand that. We watch so we can laugh and mock, not because you are impressive women.
To Andy Cohen, the mastermind at Bravo, let’s be perfectly clear. I love you. You are hilarious, and the best part of the housewives series. At this point, I tune into your Watch What Happens show, with more interest than I do the housewives. You are fabulous, and seriously, I love you.
The Real Housewives are a perfect example of the grass not being greener on the other side. I will happily live in my cute apartment, shop at Payless, and have my son want to marry a woman like me when he grows up, than have the life these women have, and do not appreciate.
These chicks need to get real, and look at their lives. They are damaging their children, and representing themselves as a sad and pathetic bunch of women, with no enviable qualities. I still want to be a housewife one day, but it will look much different in my house.
I hope the kids of these women manage to survive the train wreck, and avoid a life of porn. There is always time to make a change, and I would suggest that time is now. Pay attention, and focus on your kids. It will be a long road, but easier I promise, if you keep the faith.
*** The Real Housewives are coming to Beverly Hills! I will be driving around looking for them, and by looking for them, of course I mean stalking them. So excited!
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March 10, 2010 | 8:30 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I have long thought that online dating sucked. I assumed however, that it was just me who was struggling. Why was I having so much trouble? Especially when I date so much. It is like a side job for me. I invest time and effort, and I am focused and determined. I want very much to be in a relationship, so I take it seriously, without taking any of it too seriously.
It’s not about being desperate. If I were, I’d be in a relationship right now. Being with someone is not hard. It’s about sharing my life, having a man in my son’s life, and having a witness to the second half of my life. I am looking for a specific man, and because I am not desperate, I can choose carefully.
I get a lot of emails from women. Ladies from all over the world, of every race, religion, age, and I am happy to say, political party. They write to tell me to keep looking, and not give up, because for a lot of them, they live vicariously though me, since they don’t have the energy, desire, or courage to date.
I like hearing from women. There is a sisterhood of women who are looking for love. There is an even greater bond for those of us who are mothers. There is something romantic, and almost tragic, about having had love, then losing it. We are a very special group of women, and are so worthy of having love, because we give so much love.
Last night, in going through some of the emails my blog receives, a very clear pattern began to form. It’s not us. It’s men. They suck. There are so many truly fabulous women, all across the world, who want to be in wonderful relationships, and men are pigs.
I realize that I sound bitter and nasty, but here’s the thing, I don’t care. I am going to use today’s blog to get out all my bitterness and nastiness, so then it will be released, and I can get on with my life. Men are a dime a dozen, good men are needles in a haystack, and it pisses me off.
Nothing annoys me more than when married women, who have husbands who travel, or are at work all the time, tell me, “I’m like a single mother.” Really? You have no freaking idea what it means to be a single mother. They have their husband’s paycheck and support. Don’t cry me a river sister. News flash, your husbands are the ones who hit on me.
I am dating not only for myself, but also for my kid. When he was really young, I never dated because I was busy being a mom, and forgot I was a woman. Now, at 14, he has opinions about who I date, so there is extra pressure. He worries about me in a way he didn’t when he was little.
I am convinced that if hell existed on earth, it would be the online dating world. I was online last night, checking out who was checking me out. I came across a nice looking man who caught my interest. He lives close by, is 52, divorced with 2 kids, and works in business management.
I’m reading his profile, and we appear to have a lot in common. I decide to send him a note to introduce myself. As I’m writing a brilliant introductory email, I go back and look at his profile one more time, so I can mention something specific we have in common. That’s when I saw it.
This 52 year old man, with 2 adult kids, wants to have more. He actually wants to have 2 more kids. Really? He will be 70 when those kids graduate from high school, and that’s only if he has them right now. If he waits, for even a minute, he’ll be in his 80’s when they go to college.
Why isn’t he just honest, and put in his profile that he is having a mid-life crisis, wants a super hot, young trophy wife, and in exchange, is willing to have more kids, if for no other reason, than to give his golf buddies, who are trapped in bad marriages, a reason worship him, because he is banging a young goddess?
I want someone to tell me exactly who I am supposed to date. I can’t date someone younger because he will wake up one day, want to have kids, and my eggs are already poached. I can’t date someone old because at 43, I am in my sexual prime, and it’s not a fit.
I can’t date someone my age, because they’re either looking to have kids, or smart enough to have realized they are a hot commodity, and have a million women to chose from. They are the perfect age to date younger women without anyone thinking they are creepy.
Seriously people. It should not be this hard, or this unfair. Where are all the good men? If you are out there, then please get in touch with me. No matter what type of woman you are looking for, or where you live, let me know, and I will hook you up with a fantastic woman.
There are a bevy of ladies available. I have met women though my blog who are smart, funny, black, white, tall, short, Republican, Democrat, fat, and skinny. You tell me what you are looking for, and I will introduce you to the girl of your dreams. We are here, waiting, and getting tired.
While I search for the man of my dreams, there is no reason I can’t help my sisters find theirs. It’s rough out here ladies, so let’s look out for each other. Let’s not get bitter, but rather take strength from our kids, and each other.
To those of us with sons, let’s raise them to be good men, not pigs. We must break the cycle, and create a new type of man, one who respects women. We can leave the women of the next generation in a better position than us, by giving them good men.
I love men. One may not know it from this particular blog, but I do, I love men. It’s an interesting thing to love something that you are completely frustrated by. I take comfort in knowing that it’s not just me, but rather a struggle for women throughout history. We love men, even though they drive us crazy.
Okay. I’m done. That was cathartic and felt good. I have now released my frustration, and can move on. I shall go online today and contact a man I think is interesting. No point in complaining about something I have the power to control. Today, love might be found with the click of a button. I must keep the faith.
March 9, 2010 | 7:57 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
A Bachelor: I am not ashamed to say that I cried like a baby through the entire Bachelor wedding last night. It was romantic and fun, and I was really happy for Molly and Jason. I just wish ABC had taken a bit more of a back seat, and let us to feel more like we were at a wedding, rather than watching a television show.
I love Chris Harrison but seriously, he was just in our faces. There was too much recapping, too much Chris Harrison. When he stopped the wedding during the vows for a commercial break, I was done. It was stupid. They took something that we were so happy to share, and sucked the joy out of it. Just saying.
At the end of the special I walked away really loving Molly, and being genuinely happy for her. Jason sacrificed a lot to be with this woman, and I’m proud of him. I think this is a couple that will live happily ever after, and even though the special was disappointing, I’m happy to have seen it.
I loved her shoes. I loved her dress. I loved the rain. I thought Jason Castro was fabulous. Weddings are magical. The moment you can stand in front of God, and say I love this person, is special. I must say though, I was very sad to not see anything Jewish, even referenced in the smallest way, during the entire show.
Even though I am divorced, the moment I said I Do is one that I treasure. I am very thankful that I can look back on that special day, and tell my son that his parents, though not together now, were madly in love when they got married.
A Republican: I have been totally floored by the amount of interest I am getting for my blogs on Sarah Palin. I never thought I would get so much attention for liking a Republican. Here’s the thing people, they travel among us. You are friends with Republicans, and don’t even know it!
For every nasty email I got for fraternizing with the enemy, I have received dozens of kind emails from Palin supporters. A woman at the gas station actually came over, asked if I was Ilana Angel, hugged me, told me I was a great American, and gave me a Palin For President pin.
It breaks my heart that this situation has become what it has. Listen, there are good and bad people of every race, religion, sexual orientation and political party. They are bad people because they are bad, not because of their beliefs.
I once had a very close friend, who was sober from drug addiction. He was hurtful to me, and we ended our friendship. It crushed me, and took forever to recover from. I always thought that since he was sober, he had conquered his demons, and was therefore a good person.
My brilliant Rabbi explained that if someone was not a good person while they were an addict, just because they got sober doesn’t mean they became a good person, it just meant they were sober. My point is that there are wonderful and horrible people in the world. They are who they are, and it should not matter what they believe in.
The President: I received a nice email this week from Michael Reagan, son of President Ronald Reagan. I don’t really know anything about the Reagan Presidency. I was not living in the states during that time, and to be honest, I do not know that much about the political history of America.
Here is what I do know about Ronald Reagan, he loved his wife. He loved her in a way that I admire, respect and covet. I have read the love letters they wrote to each other, and I want that great love affair for myself. People tell me I live in a fantasyland, and the man I created in my head does not exist. Well he does, and Mr. Reagan is my proof.
Are you all sitting down? Get ready….. I liked Sarah Palin when I met her, and I want a man like Ronald Reagan in my life, and it has NOTHING to do with politics.
A Lawyer: I have met a wonderful man online, and he is a lawyer. He is a very handsome, divorced, single father who is also Jewish. We talk or email everyday and I am developing quite a crush on him. For a bunch of different reasons, both his and mine, we have not met yet. Our date keeps getting postponed because life gets in the way.
The problem is, the more I talk to him, the more I like him, and we all know no good can come of that. Pre-dating is horrible. You meet online, you start chatting, there is a comfort and ease that comes over the phone, and a bravery that comes with meeting online, and it’s just not natural. I am crushing on a man that I do not know, and that is bad.
We laugh at the same things, share the same religion, political party, parenting style, and food tastes. He makes me laugh, and think, and look at things from a new perspective. The problem is, until we meet, it’s all smoke and mirrors.
In the past I have met men online that have lied about their age, height, marital status, children, jobs, location, and to top it all off, post pictures that are 20 years old. I have seen it all, so what makes me think this one will not be the same?
I am hopeful, and at the end of the day that is all I can be. I hope he is the person he presents himself to be, and when we finally do meet, it all falls into place. The good news is, if he is all he says he is, I may be about to meet someone wonderful. If he’s not, at the very least, I will get a fabulous blog out of it. I’m going to cross my fingers and keep the faith.
March 8, 2010 | 9:33 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Tonight we will see the very first wedding from The Bachelor. Trista was the Bachelorette, so if we are going to separate out the two shows, this is the first one, and like so many people, I am really excited.
I have had a love/hate relationship with Jason Mesnick over the past year. When he became The Bachelor I was happy for him. I dug that he was Jewish, and a single dad. Turns out the Jewish thing, not so much, but the dad part stuck, and he and his son were adorable.
When his season ended, I thought he was a putz like the rest of America. I thought he was an idiot, and Molly was a home wrecker. It’s insane that we all got so invested in the lives of strangers, but in the end, it means the show is working that we care that much.
I had an opportunity to meet Jason after the big fiasco and it was very interesting. In listening to his side of things, I realized that he was not the bad guy I had decided he was. In the end, he followed his heart, and opted to have love and be hated, rather than sacrifice love, to be the good guy.
I was so angry as a viewer that I did not get my happy ending, that I forgot to see that Jason and Molly got theirs. I could not be happier for these two. They are lovely, and I think they will live a long and happy life together.
When I spoke with Molly and Jason after their wedding, they were still giddy, and floating on air. I referred to Molly as Mrs. Mesnick and you could feel her happiness as she said it would never get old to be called that.
Even the fact that it poured rain during the vows of their outdoor ceremony, did not dampen the day. It’s symbolic if you ask me. After everything they went through, the rain came to wipe the slate clean, and allow them a fresh and new beginning.
I asked Molly if she was bitter or angry that her fairytale was somehow tainted, and she said no. Her feeling is that if they had not gone through all the fallout when the season ended, they would not be were they are now.
She said it was a very difficult period of time for them, and while it sounded cliché, it brought them closer together. Molly has a piece of her that is so thrilled to have this happy ending for everyone who watched. It really is their true, absolute happy moment.
The Mesnicks said that a lot of people see the wedding as a television show, but for them, it was their wedding, and that’s what they focused on. They are glad people can share their happiness, because it was the best weekend of our lives.
Regardless of what you think about Jason and Molly, you cannot deny that the show worked. They went to find love, and they did. They are the only ones to have made it, so as viewers, we need to celebrate with them. The Wedding will air tonight on ABC at 8:00 pm.
In other Bachelor news, Jake Pavelka is on the new season of Dancing With The Stars. Really? I could barely get through his Bachelor season and now he is bleeding over into another show. I don’t get it. Will totally watch, but I don’t get it.
I think the best thing about Jake being on Dancing With The Stars, is that we get to see Vienna every week. I think this chick is fascinating. She is the best thing to come out of reality television in a long time. I want her to marry Russell from Survivor, and then have their own reality show.
We will be able to track their relationship by whether or not she is in the audience cheering on her man. I wonder what she is going to do in LA while he dances. She has no job, and apparently no friends. The show will either bond them together, or rip them apart. If he dumps her mid-season, he might actually win!
Vienna, call me. I will keep you company. We can go shopping, and out for lunch. We can spray tan, and get our nails done. We can plan your wedding, and scrapbook all the tabloid articles about you. I heart you Vienna. Call me. Seriously. BFF’s sister. Call!
Spring is coming and it’s the best time of year to be a hopeless romantic. If Molly and Jason can get married, there is hope. If Jake and Vienna are together, there is hope. Hope is possible for everyone, as long as you keep the faith.
March 7, 2010 | 9:38 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
Random Sunday morning stuff I feel like talking about:
1. I appreciate all the comments my blog has generated this week, both good and bad. I’m glad people are reading, and I encourage everyone to have their voice heard, whether I agree or not.
2. Friendly reminder: I am not a political blogger. That seems to have gotten lost on a few people. I get the human need to defend and attack, just be clear what direction you are aiming, and be sure it’s not at me.
3. I have posted all the Palin generated comments and am not picking and choosing what is shown. I am however, only posting those that come directly to my blog, not those that are sent to my email. If you have something to say, which you want others to see, post on the blog.
4. I am excited about the Oscars tonight. I shall plop down on the couch with a bowl of popcorn, and a glass of wine, and take it all in. Love watching the clothes, and pretending that George Clooney is sending secret “I love You” messages with every gesture he makes.
5. I have decided I am going to train my beloved cat, Fiddles, to use a toilet. I’m over changing kitty litter, because it is a shitty job. (My kid thought that was funny.) I am giving her 3 weeks to learn how to use and flush a toilet. She will learn!
6. Tomorrow is the big Bachelor wedding of Jason and Molly. Look for my blog in the morning, which includes my interview with the happy couple. I will also be giving my 2 cents on Jake and Vienna because it’s been too long since I talked about those two crazy kids.
7. There was a torrential downpour in Los Angeles last night. It is impossible to go on a date when there is a typhoon. How can one have cute hair in the rain? I established a new dating rule for myself: no dating in the rain.
8. To clarify, once you are in a relationship, dating in the rain is back on. Rain is romantic and sexy, but only when he already knows you can look cute. Turning up for the first time looking like a wet poodle is not pretty.
9. My son sent me a text yesterday that said, “I love you Mom. You’re beautiful.” I immediately wrote back to see what he wanted. Get this: He wanted nothing! He just felt the need to let me know. I cried like a baby, pulled out his baby pictures, and thanked God that I get to be this boys mother. I’m such a sap.
10. I would like to lose 20 pounds, in 5 days, and have a guarantee that I will not gain it back. Ever. If anyone can help me with that, call me.
11. I want a personal trainer. If someone in Los Angeles wants to train me for free, in exchange for getting a daily mention in this fabulous blog, get in touch.
12. I discovered this week that I like people of faith. Does not matter what they believe in, but people who have faith of some kind, are kind. Might change my mind later, and probably will, but I’m sticking with it for now. Believing in something bigger than you is a good thing.
13. I covered my grey hair last night, and for some reason my regular color seems to have gotten darker. I’m now sporting a slight Elvira look, which is just not flattering on a girl covered in freckles. Until it fades out in a week or so, I am rocking a Jewish Goth vibe.
I hope everyone had a good weekend and enjoys their Sunday. If you watch the Oscars, know that every time George Clooney touches his tie, he is sending me a secret pledge of love.
Back to our regularly scheduled blogging tomorrow! Be well, tell your kids you love them, do some self-reflection, eat well, get some sleep, cut yourself some slack, relax your opinions of others, and keep the faith.
March 6, 2010 | 5:44 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
Oh. My. God. It’s been an interesting couple of days. My blogs about meeting Sarah Palin have taken on a life of their own, and it’s both daunting and entertaining. After this one, I’m getting back to blogging about important stuff, like The Bachelor!
My single and focused goal in life is to be a good mother. At the core of who I am as a human being, that is the most important thing to me. My son loves me. He loves me because I am his mother, but of greater value, he likes and respects me.
I am a Canadian citizen. I do not vote in the United States. I am a human being who does not define myself by my political party. I have strong opinions and beliefs of what I think is good for America. I am certainly concerned about the country, particularly by how it impacts my son’s life.
He is a young man and a future leader, mover and shaker of this amazing country. I want him to have every opportunity to freely believe in what he wants, love who wants, and defend what he wants. I am raising him to be a decent, kind, and proud American. My son is a blessing to me, and to all those he will touch in his lifetime.
This Shabbat has been a day of reflection for me. I have gone back and read my blogs about Sarah Palin. At the risk of tooting my own horn, I must tell you, I think they are fabulous. They are a clear look at who I am as a person, and I stand by them 100%.
Imagine that we put two people in a room, and sit them next to each other in the dark. They have the EXACT same worldview. They believe in God. They are of the same political party. They eat the same things, like the same things, have the same accent, and dress the same way. You could listen to them speak, and not be able to tell them apart.
It would be as if you were talking to the same person. There would literally be no way to set them apart. Two peas in a pod, or identical twins. You agree with them, you love them, you get it, and you admire them for the conviction of their beliefs.
Imagine now that it is 1960, and we turn the lights on. One is black and one is white. They look at each other, and even after establishing that they are kindred spirits, they now hate each other. They are unable to differentiate the color of their skin, from who they are as human beings.
Am I the only person that sees how wrong and sad that is? Why is it, that just because I do not agree with Sarah Palin and her politics, I need to hate her? Who is so superior to think that it is okay to hate based on things that, on the most basic of levels, don’t really matter?
What a lovely world it would be if were able to define ourselves as people first. Imagine the future we would be giving to our children, if being a good person, was more important than the color of our skin, or who we vote for.
What message are we giving each other, if we are able to hate each other for beliefs? This week has made me sad. Sad as a mother that there is so much hate in the world in which I am raising my son. I met a cool lady, with killer boots and fabulous glasses, and because I liked her, I am hated. Have we learned nothing from the history of the world?
I did not meet Sarah at a political rally, or in church. We did not talk about politics or religion. We met on the street, and had a random and lovely exchange as human beings. There was no mention of anything of great importance, or national security. We were just a couple of chicks, hanging out.
I am being called brave for writing the blog. I am being hailed as a hero for not judging her. I am being called a idiot for liking her. I am being judged negatively for being kind. Has the greatest country in the world become so polarized over this woman, that we have forgotten how great this country is?
There are moments in each of our lives where we have the choice to be kind and decent, or animals. It is beyond crushing to me that this blog presented so many people with the chance to be kind, and instead inspired them to be animals.
If you take the time to read this blog, then share this message, and stop for a moment and think about what I am saying. When we hate, we disrespect everything that this country stands for, and every person who laid down their life on our behalf.
Shabbat Shalom Sarah Palin. To anyone who is reading this blog, take a deep breath, think about the future, remember the past, and keep the faith.
March 5, 2010 | 8:36 am
Posted by Ilana Angel
I wrote a blog yesterday about meeting Sarah Palin. Oh. My. God. Never before has there been such an outpouring of both love and hate, for both Sarah and me. It would not stop, and continues to come in this morning.
I have received a lot of reader comments during my time writing for the Jewish Journal, but never have I received as much as I did after this blog. I invite you to take a look at some of those comments, at the bottom of yesterdays article.
Let’s get a few things straight. I am a Democrat. I believe in gay marriage. I do not support hunting, or gun ownership. I will fight for a woman’s right to have an abortion. I am a Jew. I love Israel. I also happen to think that Sarah Palin is a cool lady.
I did not write a political blog yesterday. I wrote about having a chance encounter with someone in the public eye, who I happen to think is interesting. Just because I think her politics are scary, does not mean that I can’t think she is a nice human being.
Conservatives wrote fast and furious to let me know they respected the bravery of my article, considering I was not a supporter of Sarah as a politician. I think it’s a sad day in America when people feel the need to commend you for being decent.
Liberals wrote to say that I took my picture with Hitler, was fraternizing with the enemy, and should be ashamed of myself. Six of my “friends” were so disgusted with my blog, that they decided to “un-friend” me on Facebook.
Listen to me people, just because you talk to a woman about glasses, purses, children, and dating, does not mean that you are going to sit down for a glass of Kool-Aid, and give up on everything that you believe in. Liking Sarah Palin is not a sin. Judging her as a politician, rather than a human being, is.
“A card carrying Democrat”, wrote to say I was going to hell, my Jewish son would soon take Jesus into his heart, and then bring home his pregnant teenage girlfriend, if I spent another moment buying into the rhetoric of Ms. Palin. To that charming writer, I say, kiss my ass.
People became ugly, unkind, and quite frankly, un-American. It was just a blog! I did not change my party, shoot a wolf from a helicopter, or decide to become a Christian. Why is it so hard for people to separate out someones religion or political party, from their simply being a person?
We are all free to have an opinion. Regardless of what we think, or know about Ms. Palin, as someone who has met her, but certainly does not claim to know her, I will say again, that she is lovely, and no one is going to bully me into thinking differently.
I hope that Sarah Palin is never elected as President of the United States. I hope that Sarah Palin knows that she is always welcome in my home. I hope that Sarah Palin and I can one day have a beer, sit and chat about our kids, and dance at her sister’s wedding.
To all the haters, you will never have peace in your life when it is so filled with hate. And one more thing, when Sarah comes over to my house for dinner, I am going to serve her Kool-Aid! Maybe she will leave craving matzo ball soup, and planning her grandson’s Bar Mitzvah!
Shabbat Shalom. I wish you all a wonderful weekend. Love your kids, be kind to others, and see people at human beings first. I hope all our troops come home soon, safe and healthy.
To Sarah Palin, I again want to say that it was a pleasure meeting you. No matter how fabulous your Prada boots are, I would never want to spend a day in your shoes, and have to deal with the hate that is projected towards you. That said, you have a lot of fans who support you. You can be proud, as they were kind to me, and represent you well.
I’m over talking about it now, and I am done with my foray into politics. I have a date this weekend, and perhaps he will be my last first date ever. Not sure it’s possible, but I believe it can be, and that is half the battle. I will always keep the faith.
Yesterdays Blog: www.jewishjournal.com/keepingthefaith/item/sarah_palin_my_unexpected_new_bff_20100303/
March 3, 2010 | 9:14 pm
Posted by Ilana Angel
Yesterday a friend and I had a meeting together in the valley. I arrived before he did, so I decided to sit outside and wait since it was such a beautiful day. As I sat in the sun, I saw a women chatting with a gentleman a few feet away. I thought I recognized her, but was not sure.
I saw my friend approaching, so I got up and walked towards him. As I passed the woman, I got a good look and realized I was looking at Sarah Palin. I hugged my friend and we turned to walk into the building. I then stopped, turned around, and walked back towards her.
Let me begin by saying that Sarah Palin is beautiful. Not just pretty, but beautiful. She has great hair, fabulous teeth, magnificent skin, and a killer body. She is tiny, feminine, and stunning. She is very approachable, so I decided to introduce myself, and say hello.
She was standing there with Mark Burnett, who I think is fabulous. We all know I am a reality television junky, and think he is King, but I was so blown away by how much fun she was to talk to, that I barely said hello to a man who I think totally rocks. Note to self for next time, never give up an opportunity to talk to Mark Burnett.
To clarify, I don’t agree with her politics. We are polar opposite in terms of our political, and religious views. That said, her politics and beliefs have nothing to do with my blog. This is America and she can believe what she wants, as can everyone else, myself included. I approached her because I like her as a woman. We are both ballsy ladies, and mothers.
I introduced myself and told her that I thought she was entertaining on Leno the night before. I don’t actually watch Leno, and never will again, but I had seen a ton of clips online. Sidebar: Jay Leno is a baby, and a putz, and I hope Conan has sweet success and revenge.
So anyway, I tell her that I think she is a hoot, and while we are very different in our political views, I think she is a great broad, and I would enjoy hanging out with her. I love her as a woman, which is hard for people who feel strongly about her politics, to understand.
She asked me what my name was, what I did for a living, what my deal was in general. I told her about my kid, my blog, and my search for love. She asked for the link to my blog so she could read it, and mentioned that her sister was also in her 40’s, single, and looking for love.
We spoke about how hard it is to be single, and she related because her sister is in the same boat. I wonder what is harder to do: find a nice Jewish guy in Los Angeles, who is not looking for a Barbie? Or finding a nice guy in Wasilla, Alaska, where everyone knows everyone? Both are small pools, but I think my chances are slimmer.
In speaking with her, I quickly forgot who she was in terms of her work, and what she stands for, and was able to see her as just another woman. It was like being with a girlfriend. She was funny and engaging. I must tell you, I liked her. At the risk of sounding too Californian, she has a good energy, and made me feel instantly comfortable.
We talked about glasses and purses. I asked her if we could take a picture and she was lovely. Someone from her group took the picture, and as he was getting the phone ready, I told her I normally take off my glasses for pictures, and she said, “Don’t you dare!” It was a great moment.
She wished me well, gave me a hug and told me she would look at the blog and pass the link onto her sister. To her sister Molly McCann, hello! Your sister is fantastic, and looking out for you. We need to compare notes about being single, and the struggles to meet good, decent men.
My encounter with Ms. Palin was unexpected, and very enlightening. Women have a lovely connection to each other. We may not have the same experiences, or viewpoints, but we can relate to each other. Parallels can be drawn between most women, even on the smallest of levels. It is a sisterhood that is understood, and embraced.
We get caught up a lot on religion and politics. I know I do, and am quite opinionated about my point of view. At the end of the day however, I just liked her. We could not be more opposite in terms of our beliefs and politics, but she is a great lady, and nobody can take that away from her. While I won’t be voting for her, ever, she has my admiration as a woman, and as a mother.
So Ms. Palin, apart from being annoyed that you are so skinny, pretty, funny, and have a yummy husband, I dug you, and it was a pleasure to meet you. I’m sending good wishes to Molly that she meets her Prince Charming. For you and your family, my son, myself, the troops, and for America, I will continue to keep the faith.