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“Free to Be…”
0“Free to Be…”–(JW, First Person Singular)
by Esther D. Kustanowitz
April 14, 2006
Growing up, I often listened to a work of feminism undercover as children’s album and book — “Free to Be You and Me.” From “Free to Be,” I learned that I could be anything, that parents were people and that “every boy in this land learns to be his own man, and in this land every girl grows to be her own woman.” I learned that partners should not be your superiors, but equals, running neck-and-neck with you until you both cross the finish line together. I learned that those who expect to be treated like royalty because of their looks and who demand “ladies first” will probably be eaten by a pack of hungry tigers. (Metaphorical tigers, I’m sure.)
Today, with the girl in me having grown to be her own woman, living single and independent, even my profession has liberation in its name: I am a freelance writer. Friends are envious. I am my own boss, I choose my projects and my hours, and I’m flexible — able to work at a coffee shop or a library. When summer arrives early, I can take an hour to enjoy the sunshine or sit in the park, while my peers are chained to their desks.
But with no central employer, I’m also free to worry, buy my own health insurance, and to wonder if my doctors will suddenly decide — as they recently did —that they’re no longer accepting my coverage. I wonder if I can stretch this month’s earnings to cover next month’s expenses. I’ve got to stay on top of my invoices, or my clients will feel free to not pay me. And if I can’t make freelancing work, I’m free to either get a full-time job or, although I haven’t asked them, to move back in with my parents.
So freelancing isn’t really free. With no such thing as a free lunch, there are always obligations, strings attached, although they might not be visible at the time. Pessimists say that’s what dating’s all about — determining if the inevitable strings attached to supposedly free meals are strings you can live with. I don’t love that definition, but it makes me realize that for all of my professional independence, financially, I’m not all that free.
I have often wished that I were part of a creative commune, where we would all work to provide each other with sustenance and shelter, with enough to enable us to focus on our creative work without worrying about financial security. We could judge each other by the content of our characters rather than have our perceptions tinted through money-colored glasses. On this creative kibbutz, a basic stability would free our minds. We wouldn’t need excess, only comfort, to create. And by being more in touch with our inner muses, we’d be truer versions of ourselves, more open to relationships, and, to paraphrase the Bard, we would not admit impediments to the marriage of true minds.
For artists and other miscellaneous creatives, the search for comfort is constant. They hope that a deep enough excavation will uncover love, happiness or some other great truth. But once a dream is achieved or a truth is attained, everything shifts, compelling the creation of a new dream, a higher goal, a deeper truth. Writing itself — as profession, leisure activity, spiritual exercise, intellectual inquiry or demonic exorcism — is not a right; it’s a luxury, living in the domain of the independent and the land of the free.
Every spring, Jews revisit freedom as a concept. And we don’t think solely of our literally enslaved ancestors: we think of the restrictions that we have placed on ourselves, metaphorical enslavements of the heart, will and mind. We understand that our inability to move forward in relationships or our fear of change isn’t slavery of the make-bricks-from-mud-and-straw variety. Actual slavery still exists throughout the world — from poverty in New York to Indian children born into brothels, from Russian prostitutes in Israel to poverty, violence and atrocities in Darfur. And here I am, pondering my metaphorical freedom and my own professional “enslavement” to Manhattan rents and sub-par insurance plans and complaining that a month of JDate is too expensive.
My freedoms aren’t rights. They’re luxuries. And all of the smaller enslavements of daily existence for a single youngish American Jewish freelancer — even JDate — are insignificant when you consider the major benefit to living in a free society: I have the luxury to keep on dreaming.
Esther D. Kustanowitz meant to write a bio more closely connected to this column, but because it’s 60 degrees outside, she stepped out for a quick walk. You can e-mail her at jdatersanonymous@gmail.com.
“Making Space”
1“Making Space” (Jewish Week–First Person Singular)
by Esther D. Kustanowitz
Many of today’s college and post-college-age young adults are involved in an online community called MySpace. When you register, you are given a homepage, which you decorate yourself: You design it, decide what biographical information to include in the profile, what kind of music or video will greet page visitors and put up as many pictures of yourself or other people in your life as you want. And although you can invite other people into your network, it’s still not called “OurSpace” — you choose your affiliations, but ultimately the profile belongs solely and completely to one individual: you.
In some ways, MySpace inherits a solid literary legacy, with subtle flavors of both Virginia Woolf’s “room of one’s own” and Emily Dickinson’s soul that “selects its own society.” The message of both concepts is that to find yourself — whether it’s your truth or your art — you have to experience solitude. To exist in a place apart from others enables you to define yourself in a relative vacuum instead of in a biased social or familial context. And so, online communities provide young adults with room to be and breathe in an environment of their own creation.
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“Post-Purim Revelations”
0Post-Purim Revelations (JW-First Person Singular)
by Esther D. Kustanowitz
Ten chapters of royal mayhem, megalomania, attempted genocide and ultimately, feasting and triumph, and still, in the entire Book of Esther, there’s no direct mention of God. Any yeshiva kid can tell you that there’s one indirect mention — when Mordechai tells his queenly niece that if she doesn’t redeem the condemned Jewish people, “salvation will have to come from another place.” Many would render those last two words, “Another Place,” with capital letters to indicate the divine subtext, which they believe the phrase indicates: Makom Acher, another Makom, meaning both “place” and a name that is commonly used to refer to God.
Why is finding God in the words of the Megillah so important? If the overt mention is not there, then an implied, subtextual reference helps to qualify the book as holy and justify its inclusion in the canon. By looking for God between the lines, the rabbis are hoping to forge a stronger connection with the text, even if it requires going beyond the words themselves. But this isn’t manipulation; it’s human nature.
In the Megillah and in life, we often find ourselves wanting more than we’re given by other people. We spend hours speculating as to the intent of the words of others; we read between the lines of context and subtext, looking for something deeper, or more resonant. But what do we expect to find in the unexpressed that is not present in the account we’ve been given? How far can we take nuance and word choice? Is there any time at which we can trust a statement — in a Megillah, or from another person — at face value? When a close analysis of a text or person yields an enhanced meaning, can we trust it as truth? Is that found subtext divine, or invented by a hopeful heart?
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“Marching With the Penguins”
0Marching With the Penguins (JW-March 4,2006)
Every year, penguins embark on a long, dangerous journey. Their destination is the locus of all penguin life, the area from which they all originated, their homeland in the Antarctic. Although they are birds, they do not fly, and although they make their home underwater, they do not swim. They walk. One foot in front of the other, trudging on into a horizon that’s all ice, snow and instinct. The impetus for movement is biological and perhaps also emotional. Despite the frozen clime, they’re on a regenerative mission of life: the search for a mate.
In other words, it’s kind of like a national Jewish singles event — think of the United Jewish Communities young leadership conference, or a JDate-sponsored trip to Israel, with all the marriageable Jews sporting permanent formal wear.
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“Writing the Book on Breaking Up”
0From “Writing the Book on Breaking Up” (The Jewish Week):
To my public school contemporaries, the anticipation of Feb. 14 meant wondering if anyone would slip a Valentine into their lockers — even if it was from a total loser, at least it was an offering of love. But in my yeshiva high school, where Valentine’s Day wasn’t observed, there was no annual way to find out if any boys liked me. (Even though I kind of already knew the answer.) Every year since, Valentine’s Day has continued to be a marker for the rest of the world in which I live and even work, with commercials and greeting cards and red-wrapped chocolates in drugstores all communicating the unavoidable message: You should be in love.
The problem is that love has been over-romanticized. Famously, the course of love does not run smooth — have Brad and Jen taught us nothing? — nor does it always become the eternal substance of legend. Real relationships contain struggles, problems and arguments. And when a breakup occurs, whether it’s expected or an utter surprise, the end result is it’s over. Sometimes there’s pain or anger. Sometimes there are new, dysfunctional relationships with men or women who are not good for you (like Ben & Jerry or Sara Lee). Some people proclaim disinterest in ever dating again and others run right out and join JDate or Frumster. (Reactions to breakups may vary.)
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New In the World of Esther
0January’s begun with a bang and a blitz…a media blitz that shows no signs of slowing down…
In addition to being interviewed on Sirius radio by StudioJ, I was also interviewed for two upcoming articles about Jewish blogging: one in Hadassah Magazine (link to come) and another in the JTA, which has since been picked up by several afilliated publications, like the Jerusalem Post and the Jewish Journal of Greater Los Angeles.
Travel’s the name of the game in the first quarter of 2006: this past week I cruised with other singles in the Caribbean–next week, I head off to the left coast for meetings in San Francisco and Los Angeles, and to Long Beach for the long-awaited Jewlicious @ the Beach conference.
Plus, lots of clips are amassing over there in the corner, so stop by and take a look as I tackle soulmates, the Friend Zone, the extreme makeover of online dating site Frumster, and why New Year’s resolutions are more easily said than done.
In the meantime, feel free to leave me comments and feedback about this site or my work…hope your 2006 is off to a revelrous and creative beginning…
“Jewtopia: A Review” (InterfaithFamily.com)
0The humor bounces back between more superficial, Borscht Belt-y punch-lines and deeper, “funny-because-it’s-true/sad/shameful” comedy. Jewtopia’s humor is not the flavor that might be expected from the show’s Gen-X writers, Sam Wolfson and Bryan Fogel; it’s less Jon Stewart, more Jackie Mason. Throughout the play, issues of culture and identity pop up like comic whack-a-moles, waiting to be smacked down by ludicrously loud stereotypes and high-energy punch-lines. Throughout, the intent is to portray dating in the modern age, but some audience members see the humor as self-loathing, and the characters’ choices as saying that all’s kosher in love and dating.
As I discussed the play with audience members, Suzy, raised Reform in the Midwest and a NYC-based Jewish communal worker for over a decade, noted that the main characters don’t seem to be searching to embrace another religion per se, rather, they are seeking what their own life experiences lacked. “Chris came from a military home devoid of intimacy and love, and met Jews who love their children, almost too much. Turning to Judaism is his way to connect with people in a way his family never encouraged. And Adam has had too much of that intimacy; therefore, he looks for a woman completely different than himself, that is to say, someone not Jewish,” she comments.
To read the complete review, click here.
“Frumster’s Extreme Makeover?” (Jewish Week)
0Jewish online dating service Frumster is going beyond the frum in its name:
“Unaffiliated.” “Secular.” “Synagogue=Never.” With many JDate members describing themselves with this level of observance, daters who wanted to create a Jewish future with their bashert were for a long time simply out of online dating luck. So when Frumster barreled its way onto the scene four years ago, it aimed to fill in the observance gap for frustrated online daters and create a pool of religious singles — essentially, putting the “Jewish” back in Jewish online dating.
[…] this month, Frumster announced a milestone: In four years, 500 members had met and married; by the Dec. 15 gala event celebrating the 250 couples, the number of matched members had grown to 520. Over 55 percent of those relationships had been initiated by women (or were so remembered in the “exit interviews” that Frumster conducts when members match). Sixty percent of the matches were between people older than 31. In addition to these encouraging statistics, the milestone has spurred a media push: while continuing to serve its Orthodox population, Frumster is responding to the call of the non-frum, extending memberships to all “marriage-minded” Jewish singles, and tweaking the membership process accordingly.
The rest of my new Jewish Week singles column is available here.
“Forever Friends” (Jewish Week)
0An excerpt from my new JW column, titled “Forever Friends”:
[…] It’s not that platonic, opposite-sex relationships don’t exist. But they’re complicated. Some “Forever Friends” stick around, hoping patiently that their platonic pal will someday see the romantic light, but this may turn out to be a painful mistake. “It’s like dating a man who is already taken, hoping he’ll leave her for you — it’s not the healthiest of beginnings,” says Julia, 28.
Others find comfort in the rewards of solidly platonic friendships. “Once you grow closer to someone as a friend, the love you have grows more into a sibling type of love,” says Rachel, 24, “Soon you become so attached as friends that the attraction is almost completely forgotten. You end up knowing them so well it’s impossible to ‘like’ them any longer.”
Sometimes that works. But when yearning deepens, friendship becomes impossibly painful. Unless other romances intervene or the love-stricken party accepts the impossibility of progress, feelings can continue, leading to soulful declarations met by disappointing reaffirmations with parenthetical, unvocalized caveat counterparts: “I think you’re great (but not great enough for me),” “You’re going to make someone (else) very happy,” “I don’t deserve you (I deserve someone better),” and “You know we’re better as friends (so I don’t have to tell you that I don’t think you’re all that attractive).”
Read more online, here.
“The Truth About Online Dating” (The Jewish Week)
0“The Truth About Online Dating”
The NY Jewish Week, November 24, 2005
[…] Until scientists perfect cloning (at which point most of us will likely not make the cut), online dating is one of the best ways to be “out there” without actually having to go anywhere. It also inspires individuals to craft a more honest, authentic picture of themselves. Or at least it should.
But this week brought two accusations against online dating companies. A CNN online report revealed one man’s contention that his Match.com date was “date bait” — an employee sent by the company to keep him from canceling his subscription. In a separate story, Yahoo’s personals service is accused of posting fictitious dating profiles to pad membership numbers. A Match spokesperson said that her company “absolutely does not” employ people to go on dates with subscribers or to send members misleading e-mails professing romantic interest. Yahoo had no comment at all.
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