Tonight begins the first seder of two of the eight days of Passover. Around the world, Jews will gather with their families and begin eight days and nights of unleavened bread, among other lovely Pesach restrictions. Rather than talking about the traditions of this holiday (at least for now, because I am short on time), let’s discuss this from the point of view of the single girl.
I am in the middle of all my cousins, age-wise. I am also the oldest unmarried cousin. Luckily, no one younger than me is married yet, but I am indeed the last single cousin. So when all of us are sitting around the table tonight, I am going to be the last single one, and everyone will wonder when I am going to (if ever) get hooked up with some fabulous mensch. I’d rather not settle for just any old guy. I want a guy who meets my criteria — Jewish, smart, funny, challenges me (and my mind), has some kind of decent income, can put up with me, etc. I refuse to settle; I know what I want, and I’m going to get it. Take that nay-sayers. I’m waiting for the right mensch for me, and no one can change my mind.
The theme of the Four Questions we ask at the Passover seder is “Why is this night different from all other nights?” Because it’s a Jewish family, this night will not be different from the other nights, and I will be harassed for being past the point of 25 and still being single.
Sorry this is so short, but I am inundated with work, and I’m currently a Jew in New York on Passover, so there’s a lot going on.
