Pin Up These Pinups
October 20, 2005
At last, the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Model Calendar has some real competition — some Jewish competition.
Carin Davis
Party Pooper
September 15, 2005
My college friends Jordy and Michelle are throwing a party — a birthday party for their 1-year-old son. That\’s right, my former party \’til the break of dawn dormmates are hosting a luau for their little one. This should be good.
I walk into the Hawaiian-themed rager and am overwhelmed. It\’s like Tot Shabbat with leis. There are a dozen kids playing on the floor. How do my friends even know this many crawlers? Where did they find them? I can only imagine they rented them from the party store along with the tiki bar and folding chairs. And who are all these new mothers?
Running the Gamut of Faith
July 14, 2005
Racing fans don\’t fill out cross-country brackets at the office or lay down a C-note in Vegas on a marathon. But in his book, \”God on the Starting Line: The Triumph of a Catholic School Running Team and Its Jewish Coach,\” Marc Bloom turns this discounted sport into a captivating tale and lures readers into its unexpected intensity.
The Dealbreakers
July 7, 2005
My blind date, Scott, likes college hoops, \’80s TV and helping others. I like his cute tuchus. I\’m thinkin\’ we\’d make a fine pair of Jews. We stray from the first date playbook and follow a Santa Monica dinner with a Main Street stroll. As we walk past yet a third unique boutique on our way to get dessert (that we don\’t want) and more time together (which we do), Scott says those three little words that can rock a girl\’s world. \”There\’s my car.\”
It\’s a PT Cruiser — washed and waxed today, valid registration, parked less than 12 inches from the curb. No fuzzy dice, high school tassel or pine-scented Playmate air freshener. The car doesn\’t scream \”show-off\” or \”shady,\” Speed Racer or gas guzzler. What it screams is middle-aged dad. More specifically — my dad.
Let the Games Begin
July 7, 2005
Let the games begin — in Israel.
The 17th World Maccabiah Games, an intense, world-class Olympic-style competition, will begin July 10 in Israel. The quadrennial games will bring together more than 7,000 Jewish athletes from 60 countries in 30 sports and four age divisions: youth, juniors, open and masters. More than 80 of those athletes hail from the greater Los Angeles area.
Nothing But the Truth
January 6, 2005
Let\’s go live to my blind date at a West Hollywood Restaurant. The merlot is great, the gnocchi is inspired and the waiter taught me to say fork in Italian. The guy? Not for me. Marc is a rare blond Jew, but there was no click between us, no fireworks, no cell phone call from the bathroom stall to tell my girls I\’d met my husband. Not that I\’ve ever made that call or am looking for a husband. I don\’t even know how to spell husband. Or say it in Italian.
A Sporting Chanukah
December 9, 2004
On the third night of Chanukah my true love gave to me, an Olympic swim cap signed by Lenny Krayzelburg, a game of Horse with the Houston Rocket\’s Bostjan Nachbar and a chance to be on the set of ESPN\’s Cold Pizza.
Thanks to the Center for Sport and Jewish Life\’s online Chanukah auction (www.CSJL.org), gift giving just got more interesting.
Single Woman of Valor
November 25, 2004
I am a woman of valor.
But nobody is singing my weekly praises. Oh no, that\’s saved for the same lucky women who get the
Pottery Barn registry, the rock on their hand and a man in their bed.
According to Jewish tradition, every Shabbat, a husband sings \”Eshet Chayil\” — \”A Woman of Valor\” (WOV) — to his wife. This Friday night, I listened as my friend, Dan, told his wife, Jen, \”Her price is far above rubies … she\’s robed in strength and dignity, and cheerfully faces whatever may come.\” All true.
Singles ‘Curse’ Becomes a Blessing
October 21, 2004
Most single women in Los Angeles go through dry spells — a few weeks without a date, a couple months without a boyfriend, a season without some action. But how many Southland women go years without a man\’s touch and confess to it publicly? In her new book \”The Curse of the Singles Table, A True Story of 1001 Nights Without Sex,\” Santa Monica resident Suzanne Schlosberg talks about her long winter and spring and summer and fall, and winter again, and spring again and, well, her long, lonely time.
\”There was no end in sight,\” said Schlosberg, who spent more than three and a half years going on dozens of first dates, but almost never a second. \”The streak started to take on a life of its own.\”
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