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.