By Ilana Angel
Published on June 14, 2013
By Ilana Angel
Published on March 17, 2013
By Ilana Angel
Published on February 12, 2013
By Ilana Angel
Published on February 6, 2013
By Ilana Angel
Published on January 15, 2013
By Ilana Angel
Published on December 20, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on July 23, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on July 16, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on July 11, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on July 3, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on June 29, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on June 19, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on June 12, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on June 5, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on June 2, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on May 22, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on May 20, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on March 6, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on February 22, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on February 14, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on January 31, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on January 17, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on January 11, 2012
By Ilana Angel
Published on September 13, 2011
By Ilana Angel
Published on August 30, 2011
By Ilana Angel
Published on August 23, 2011
By Ilana Angel
Published on August 16, 2011
By Ilana Angel
Published on August 2, 2011
By Ilana Angel
Published on August 1, 2011
By Ilana Angel
Published on July 26, 2011
By Julia Bendis
Published on June 28, 2011
By Ilana Angel
Published on June 27, 2011
By Dina Kraft
Published on June 9, 2005
A team of scouts is scouring the Diaspora for the ideal single Jewish man for a new Israeli reality television show. Once selected, the bachelor, who according to producers preferably will be good looking and "financially secure," will come to Israel for the summer, when 15 young Israeli women will compete to capture his heart.
"We all grow up in Jewish houses and we know the dream of Jewish mothers is that their son finds a nice Jewish girl," said Gadi Veinrib, a producer for the show, to be called -- what else? -- "A Nice Jewish Boy."
By Andrew Wallenstein
Published on December 11, 2003
When my father informed me he had scheduled a business trip to Los Angeles and was taking my mother with him about a month after I moved out here, his timing seemed less than coincidental. Both of my parents had been anxiously phoning me on a daily basis since I left New York. The real reason they were coming was to make sure I wasn't living in a crack house, or at the very least had the decency to choose a Jewish crack house.