Except for David Kelsey of course.
Ubber trendy fashion magazine ZINK ended it’s latest issue with an homage to Jewish men by decidedly non-Jewish writer Kristina Grish. In her Fresh Ink column she writes:
As far as I’m concerned, there is no man more delicious than the tall, dark and circumcised. Yes, I’m talking about a Hebrew Honey – a Jewish man who makes your laughter his priority; is wildly intense, inside the bedroom and out; and analyzes your relationship more than you do … A Jewish man always makes you feel like the only woman in the world. Even when his world isn’t exactly yours. Even if you’re a Shiksa.
She then goes on to wax poetic about specific Jewish men whom she’s “wrapped her head and legs around.” For instance there was Josh:
Whose Mom, while over brisket on Christmas Eve, insisted my best quality is that I’m just like her – give or take a few pounds. So when Josh said I laughed, smelled, talked, hugged or cooked like the woman who gave him life, I took it as a compliment. Impression made? Mirroring Mom’s MO (a hand on the shoulder, a kiss on the forehead) can subconsciously put a guy at ease when coaxing him out of a mood swing or into a Tiffany shopping spree.
Or how about Seth…
Who helped me redefine The Sexy Schtup. Seth proved that having more body hair than a yak can be incredibly hot, in a primal sort of way … and told me that yelling “Jesus, I’m coming” could technically mean I’m dying or climaxing – and is therefore, a troubling cry during sex.
Or Howard …
Who taught me that self-deprecating humor always beats the blues – and that story telling is more fun peppered with Yiddish. Like the time I snatched the last Marc Jacobs tote from a WASP at Loehmann’s, and Howard assured me I wasn’t a selfish bitch. I simply had chutzpah.
Finally there was Paul (Paul???) …
Who taught me that neurotic rambling like “This may be my paranoia brought on by general instability brought on by movements in my own personal tectonic plates, but I have this horrible feeling that that I have done something to offend or disappoint you” isn’t always cause for immediate concern. It can simply mean, “Call me.”
Pretty funny, huh? Maybe a little thought provoking too. I mean here we have this Krisitina woman extolling sexy traits she finds in Jewish men – strong attachment to Mothers, hairy bodies, the liberal use of Yiddishisms and neurotic ramblings. What’s whacky is that these are the very same traits that many Jewish women find unnattractive in Jewish men. And why are all these Jewish guys so nice to these non-Jewish women? Is it because they’re all excited about having bagged a shiksa and tasting the forbidden fruit? Does this mean it is now open season on Jewish men?? Does familiarity really breed contempt?
I don’t know. But one thing’s definitely clear, especially given the latest statistics regarding intemarriage. Shiksas – they’re not just for target practice any more. Discuss.