October 19, 2009 | 12:47 pm

Baby Time

Posted by Ilana Angel

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I love babies and think they are glorious.  I spent yesterday afternoon with a wonderful friend and her delicious baby.  This particular child is stunning.  (I’m making spitting sounds here as is required when speaking of the beauty of a baby.)  He should be in the picture business.  He is so well tempered and happy that when I held him I could actually feel my ovaries convulsing and begging me to have another baby.

My ovaries were yelling, “Have another one!” as I watched my friend unpack her car.  There is a stroller, a bag the size of a piece of carry on luggage and her purse.  Then, just when you think you’ve got it all ready to go, you need to grab the baby.  I swear I had forgotten exactly what is involved when you are transporting a baby anywhere.

We went into the restaurant for lunch and the unpacking began.  The high chair, the bottle, the formula, the lunch containers of homemade pasta, meat and vegetables, the toys, the bibs, and the wipes. I held the baby and smooched him as we played while his momma got all situated.  She is a pro.  Nothing threw her off her game and she did it all without skipping a beat in the conversation.  I was in awe of my friend and the baby.

I always thought I would have a lot of kids.  When I was a little girl I was certain I would have 5.  I feel blessed to have my son and be a mother and I would not change a thing.  That said, my son was so young when I left his dad that I have never experienced the joy of raising a child with a loving partner.  Now I’m sure that a lot of my friends, when speaking of their fabulous husbands whom they love, would say that in terms of the baby they are useless. Still, there is a different dynamic to having a useless man in the next room as opposed to having one a few miles away.

As a single woman who is creeping up on 44 it’s sad to come to terms with the fact that I will probably not have another baby.  Even though I was not planning on having another one, the knowledge that I actually won’t is hard.  If I met my Beshert in the next year and then decided to have a baby I would be 45 before I gave birth and that is just not appealing.  For me, the thought of filling out college applications and changing diapers at the same time is just not that sexy.  When my ovaries start yelling at me again I will go visit my friend and her delicious boy until they calm down. 

I’m a fabulous mother.  It is the greatest job I have ever had and one that I excel at.  As much of a rock star mom that I am, I will be an even better Grandma.  My son went from a newborn to his Bar Mitzvah in the blink of an eye so before I know it he will be living across the street with his wife and kids and I will have his babies to take care of and by in the blink of an eye of course I mean it will be at least 20 years before he has a wife and kids.  The best part will be that when there are fits of crying, projectile vomiting and diarrhea I can simply walk them home.

To all the parents God bless you. To those who are taking care of children with special needs you have my admiration and respect.  To those who are pregnant and awaiting the birth of their babies I wish you an easy delivery and healthy babies.  To those who are trying to have babies you are in my prayers and I wish for you all that you wish for yourselves.  Hold onto your dreams, love your kids and keep the faith.

October 18, 2009 | 1:20 pm

Hitler, Palin & Bardwell

Posted by Ilana Angel

After I posted my blog yesterday “GracieP” wrote to say that I was petty, close-minded, threatened by other women and disgusting while “ExWhyZee” let me know my view that Jews should marry Jews made me an elitist who was focused on only one race of people and therefore exactly like Hitler.

The comments made me laugh and by laugh of course I mean cry.  I’m not sure why I cried.  Maybe it was because I’m tired, coming off of a cold, hormonal, overly sensitive or maybe I was simply blown away by the willingness of two strangers to be so nasty.

I spent over 6 years working at Survivors of the Shoah Visual History Foundation where I watched countless hours of Holocaust testimonies by survivors who talked about what they and their families went through simply because they were Jewish.

When I started at the Shoah Foundation my son was 3 months old and I was a secular Jew.  When I left I was reconnected to my faith and made a heartfelt and informed decision that I would embrace Judaism and teach it to my son in a way that would inspire him to embrace it and be proud.

I have a deep and meaningful relationship with God.  I have walked out of Egypt several times during my lifetime and while I don’t always understand why I am challenged, I am made better with every experience.  That I want to be with a man who shares my faith does not make me evil.

I am lucky to live in a country where I can write freely and not be censored.  I am Jewish, I work for a Jewish newspaper and Keeping the Faith is about finding love with another Jew.  No hidden agendas.  I’m sure there are other writers who write about their search for love within their faith.

I went to a birthday party last night for my friend Dawn.  It was a great party with fabulous friends and at one point our conversation was about JDate, vibrators, single person sex vs. married couple sex and using multiple orgasms as a way to treat insomnia. 

For someone who writes about being single it was a blogging gold mine.  I couldn’t wait to write about it and instead of a super funny column I’m posting this because I felt the need to defend myself.  I would never have heard from anyone if I were a Catholic wanting to marry a Catholic.

To the people who decided to make a personal attack on me you are bullies and I suggest you stop reading my articles because you just don’t get it.  You are welcome to have an opinion and I love it that you feel so deeply about my words that you want to share but there is just no need to be insulting.

At the end of the day I love my son and he loves me back.  I love being Jewish and am embraced by my faith.  I love Mike Fleiss and he got in touch!  I’m not mad at these people and would simply say that perhaps they have misunderstood my passion as some kind of fanaticism. 

I’m going to marry a Jew and guess what else?  I believe gay people and inter-racial couples should be able to marry and I hope that when my son is old enough to get married everyone will share the same rights.  I am not Hitler, Palin or Mr. Bardwell.  I’m just a writer.

I’m sorry if I offended anyone.  It is not my intention. I hope everyone enjoys the rest of their weekend and to those who have compared me to everyone from Palin to Hitler, God Bless you.  To the people who take the time to read my blog and actually get it, thanks for keeping the faith.

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October 17, 2009 | 12:13 pm

Nice Jewish Guy

Posted by Ilana Angel

I think Jewish men are sexy.  Separate from my physical type I am attracted to a man who shares the same faith, cultural background and traditions that I do.  I can seriously be looking at a super handsome man and he can think I am the sexiest woman ever but if he is not Jewish then the bubble bursts and he is not as attractive.

I don’t know when this became so important to me.  It’s always been my thing to date Jews but the exact moment that it became a deal breaker is something I just don’t remember.  Physical attraction is super important and I believe in chemistry but men become sexier to me when they are Jewish.

My “type” is hard to find in a Jew.  I like Harley riding, head shaving men with tattoos who are tall, solid and have a wicked sense of humor.  If they look like they just got out of prison then that’s the guy I dig.  It’s difficult to find that look in a Jew but I have managed to come across him on occasion.

Now if he is short, menschy, smart, funny and Jewish then he is also my type.  I like the shared history, guilt and family dynamics that we have as a people.  If I meet a man who is not my type physically but he is smart, funny and Jewish then he becomes attractive to me and the more I get to know him the more attractive he becomes.

I think the struggle for Jewish women is that there are not a lot of available Jewish men and we are not the only ones who think they are sexy.  We have to compete with the non-Jewish girls for a limited supply of available stock.  Jewish chicks should have first dibs.  If a Jewish man wants to have a serious relationship then he should have to date 100 Jewish women before he is allowed to date outside the faith. 

Jewish women are stereotyped to be complainers, frigid and loud but Jewish men are stereotyped as rich, smart and funny.  That’s not right and so to even the playing field and have a fair chance we should insist that our fabulous Jewish men date us before they look outside the tribe. 

I recently saw a woman wearing a t-shirt that read “I –heart- Nice Jewish Guys”.  I loved the shirt so I approached her because I wanted one.  She got it online at www.nicejewishguys.net.  She was a very cute girl and I asked her if she was Jewish and she said no.  Whatever.  The fact that she was not Jewish and publicly proclaiming that she loved Jewish men is the subject of another blog.  Important to note that she was not even that cute and I would be willing to bet she cannot make matzah ball soup or find Israel on a map.

This website has the t-shirts but it also has my new favorite thing and something I shall be gifting this holiday season.  It’s a calendar of “Nice Jewish Guys”.  You have got to see it because it’s fabulous.  It’s a brilliant idea and bravo to the creator Adam Cohen who is himself a nice Jewish guy. 

At the end of the day meeting my Beshert is going to take some work.  It’s a jungle out there and I have a lot of competition.  I’m up for the challenge however.  When I get discouraged all I need to do is look at Mr. January on my new calendar and fantasize about the dream that I know can come true as long as I keep the faith.

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October 16, 2009 | 2:21 pm

Dream Come True

Posted by Ilana Angel

Those of you who read my blog daily know that I love Mike Fleiss and by love him of course I mean that I am obsessed with him in a way that could be deemed inappropriate if I were a crazy person.  Mr. Fleiss is the creator of The Bachelor/Bachelorette series on ABC and for someone like me who writes about the search for love this show is pure gold.

I wrote about Mr. Fleiss in the hopes that my blog would somehow get to him and he would reach out to his number one fan and by fan of course I mean reality television crazy person and by crazy person of course I mean someone who has helped make him very rich by watching his shows and insisting everyone else watch them too.

After months of writing and hearing nothing I was starting to think that perhaps he was ignoring me.  Well my darling readers it has happened.  I was sitting at home last night when at 9:23 my phone rang and it was, at last, Mr. Mike Fleiss.  It took about 15 seconds of me telling him to shut up and dropping a couple of F-Bombs before I was able to compose myself and profess my love.

Half an hour later I was sitting in the car he sent for me heading to the set of The Bachelor where they began shooting the new season last night.  Not only did he call but he sent for me and I spent the next 6 hours hanging out with “Mike”.  The only way to properly explain how it felt was to make the most obvious comparison.  It was as if, depending on your age, I were meeting The Beatles, David Cassidy or the Jonas Brothers.

The women they have selected for this season are fascinating.  They are all gorgeous and all need to eat a sandwich. If that’s the competition then all the rest of us should cover our furniture in plastic and get four cats.  I picked out my two top choices, met three women who will become reality television train wrecks and saw some dresses that were so interesting I had to look away before I went blind. 

When the last installment ended I was not really feeling Jake as the new bachelor.  I was pulling for Reid the cute Jewish guy but after seeing Jake last night I know he is going to be great.  He is charming and boyish and has a Tom Cruise vibe.  I can never wrap my head around how pathetic the poor girls are who say they are in love after meeting the Bachelor for 5 minutes but the truth is it only took me 2 minutes to fall in love with Jake. 

Chris Harrison is fabulous.  I thought he would be jaded after so many years of hosting this show but he is a real romantic who is protective of the contestants and the process.  He believes in love, believes in the show and sincerely cares about the people who come looking for love in such a public and unnatural way.  You can bet I will be watching ABC every Monday night come January and my Tuesday blogs will be dedicated to The Bachelor.

It was nice to meet Ed and Jillian and see them so happy.  Thank you to my dear friends Jeff and Michelle who are inspirations that love can be found if you believe and thanks to my darling Mike Fleiss for being so lovely.  You are hilarious and a real mensch and I knew you would call eventually.  It was only a matter of time before you realized that your time was better spent just giving in to our love instead of filing a restraining order.  Love conquers all when you keep the faith.

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October 15, 2009 | 10:27 am

Reality Check

Posted by Ilana Angel

You may be wondering why a singles blogger is blogging about reality television.  Well, it’s because she has not had a date since last week with recycled man.  Not worth mentioning and by not worth mentioning of course I mean he turned out to be horrible and I want to be lady so we’ll go to the safety of television and not discuss the time I spent with a pig.  If I weren’t a vegetarian already I would become kosher because pig is just not working for me anymore..

Dancing With The Stars on ABC -  I simply cannot understand how it is that America decided to keep Aaron Carter in the competition.  He is painful to watch and must go home.  I once went on a date with a ballroom dancer.  He was so pretty and over the top metro-sexual that I felt like I was in competition with him for his attention.  Reality check:  never date a man who uses more hair product than you do.

So You Think You Can Dance on FOX -  I think Catt is an interesting bird.  I can’t see any obvious talent but I like her and the dancers are amazing.  I love to dance.  My favorite dancing takes place in the kitchen while I make dinner with Michael Buble playing in the background.  Reality check: one day my son will go in the kitchen, grab his wife, hold her close, spin her around, give her a kiss and go back to watching the game.  At that exact moment she will look at him with pure love in her eyes.  He will call me after dinner and tell me he remembers when he was young and we used to dance in the kitchen.

The Real Housewives of Atlanta on BRAVO.  There is no way I could possibly love these women more.  I cannot believe that the word real can be used in any way to describe this show.  I want to be a housewife who hangs out with crazy friends all day, shops and drums up drama.  By I want to be one of course I mean that you could not pay me to hang out with these women and by not paying me of course I mean I would do it for free.  Reality check: I am perfectly fine being a happy non-housewife of Sherman Oaks..

The Amazing Race on CBS.  This week when the poor Jewish kid got kicked off it was sad.  Zev and Justin were a cute pair who knew each other from summer camp when they were kids. They came in first then were disqualified because Zev lost his passport and Justin said it could have been him who lost it.  It was sweet and charming and so menschy that I am not ashamed to tell you all that I cried.  Reality check:  summer camp is a defining time in a child’s life and I will never again complain about how much money it costs.  By never again of course I mean not until next summer.  I want to go on Amazing Race and have my partner be a blind date.  We could totally fall in love while criss-crossing the globe. 

Sometimes it takes a little reality television to suspend your own reality.  I am a strong believer in recycling but I don’t think I will apply the theory to men anymore.  It was a disappointing outcome but I’ll be fine.  Life is blessed and I have mastered the ability to keep the faith.

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October 14, 2009 | 12:08 pm

Every Jew Dot Com

Posted by Ilana Angel

I am a proud member of EveryJew.com which is the online social networking site of the Los Angeles Jewish Journal.  If you are Jewish and have an opinion, about anything, you should join.  If you are a Jewish man, between the ages of 40 and 55, available, can walk and breathe without medical aid and have not named your dog Viagra because you are indebted, then you should not only join, you should take me out.

There are a couple of fun events coming up that are being organized by groups on EveryJew that sound great.  Heebster is a group for Young Jewish Professionals in Los Angeles who are between the ages of 21 and 40.  Heebster’s 2nd Annual Halloween Party takes place on Thursday, October 29th from 9:30 pm to 2:00 am at Life on Wilshire.  There will be prizes for the best costumes and a great DJ to help you dance the night away.  You can get all the details and RSVP at www.heebster.com. 

One could ask why am I plugging a party that I am not able to attend because of my age?  Well I used to be young so I’m trying to be supportive.  By supportive of course I mean I’m talking to my attorney about an age discrimination case.  I could go in costume and never be detected as a crasher.  I have the perfect disguise, I shall attend dressed as a cougar.

There is another group called “Stir Your Spirit” which was started by a great lady named Leslie Zimmer.  You can find them at everyjew.com under the listing of groups.  Based on her own needs Leslie put together a local group whose goal is to create a community of togetherness for those who long for their roots so they can share their busy lives.  Some are married, some single, some don’t have family nearby and some are just searching for a spiritual connection.  They have Shabbat dinners at restaurants around town and Havdallah potlucks at member’s homes.  It’s a wonderful way to meet new people, reconnect with our faith and share some food for the soul.  Their first event is happening on Friday, October 23.  Mazel Tov to Leslie for making it all happen.

Thanks to everyone for your well wishes on my fight with a cold.  It would appear that I won the battle and am feeling much better.  Mazel Tov to Jake for being selected as the new Bachelor on ABC and love to Mike Fleiss because I just can’t seem to let it go. 

I have connected with some great people through this site and get emails from all over the world with feedback on what I write and it’s lovely to know that no matter how far apart we are, we are connected as people, as Jews and as those who think my blog is hilarious and a daily must read.

I hope you will join me at EveryJew.com and become a member of the great groups, one of which is all about keeping the faith.

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October 13, 2009 | 1:22 pm

Sick Day

Posted by Ilana Angel

For the first time I am taking a sick day from my blog.  I am killing this sucker before it even has a chance and tomorrow I will be back to my healthy self.  George Clooney, if you’re reading this that means you got my message.  The door is unlocked, I’m in bed and I take 2 sugars in my tea.  See you soon.  xoxo

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October 12, 2009 | 12:40 pm

Sick and Single

Posted by Ilana Angel

I once wrote that the hardest thing about being a single parent was that I had a ton of pictures of my kid growing up but not many of us together.  That has always been a sad thing for me.  Today however I have found another thing that is really hard about being a single parent.  My new struggle is being sick and single.

I woke up this morning not feeling well.  By woke up this morning of course I mean that I never actually woke up because I did not sleep.  I feel the beginnings of a cold coming on.  I feel tired and achey but I am hopeful that I can nip it in the bud.  That said it is going to be a slow moving day.

I got out of bed, made my son his lunch, packed him up for school and got him there with a minute to spare before the bell rang.  When I got back I sat in the car for 5 minutes mustering up the energy to walk up the three flights of stairs to my apartment.  If I didn’t have so much work to do I would have sat in the car all day until I needed to pick him up this afternoon.

So now I’m home, in bed, writing my blog and would love a cup of tea.  The thought of actually getting up to make it seems like a lot of work and I’m not sure it’s worth the effort.  I poked around the Internet to check if my symptoms were the swine flu and it turns out I have what is simply the beginning stages of a cold.

Maybe I should start a service where you can hire someone to come and take care of you when you are sick and single.  I could employ a stable of gorgeous supermodel men and playmate worthy girls and you can rent them for a day.  They can make you tea, pick up your used tissues from the floor, tell you that you’ll be fine, run a hot bath and prepare soup.

This could be my million-dollar idea.  It would almost be worth waking up under the weather if it meant that a George Clooney type would come take care of me.  At this point I want a cup of tea so badly that I would take a George Wentz type if he would make it for me.

I hope I feel better soon and by soon I mean now.  I’m going to post my blog and drag myself up to make a cup of tea.  I will spend the day preparing a business plan and by preparing a business plan of course I mean lay in bed, take lots of vitamins and hope I’m back to my old self in time to get my son from school.  Wishful thinking I suppose but totally possible if I keep the faith.

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