"YOU DON'T HAVE TO BE JEWISH...
...to love JDate," the NY Times proclaimed on Sunday. (My reaction here.)
I would posit that you do have to be Jewish to hate it. And hate to love it. And love to hate it. Actually, on second thought, that's just hate it. But maybe that's just me.
But it's not! Do a search for "I hate Jdate" and JDaters Anonymous isn't even on the list. OK, so My Urban Kvetch is number one, but you catch my drift.
And I have to give a special Urban Kvetch shoutout to fellow Upper West Sider Steve Silver, who has the funniest definition of JDate I've read so far:
"A buddy of mine dubbed it "The Video Game"- because you click through it, sometimes you win, sometimes you lose, and object of the game is to save the princess. "
Of course, we're not all princesses in the "trapped in a tower" sense or even the more offensive "enslaved to capitalism" sense. But the idea of JDate as a video game really appealed to me...I've long felt that the JDate chat room is like Tetris...as each comment "falls down the screen," you have to read it, figure out where it goes, and react with your own witticism about whatever the topic is. Luckily, topics run the vast gamut from flatulence to fellatio, so you never have to dig too deep into your storehouse of clever to participate. Continuing with the video game analogy, you "die" when no one in the chatroom will have a conversation with you. They ignore you and finally you give up, and say "ok, then. good night." And no one responds.
Is it any wonder the non-Jews want in on the fun?