A Walk on the Singles’ Side: Despite Her Preconceptions, a Writer Faces an Orthodox Critic
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A Walk on the Singles’ Side: Despite Her Preconceptions, a Writer Faces an Orthodox Critic

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When an important local rabbi invited me to his house for Shabbat dinner to discuss my column — which he doesn’t like — I was appalled. How patronizing, I thought, to summon me to his home so he can tell me, with home-court advantage, to change what I do.

For days, I stewed. Aren’t there more important problems in the world than my little column? After all, Rabbi Yitzhak Adlerstein, director of the Jewish Studies Institute at Yeshiva of Los Angeles, is not the only Orthodox Jew that has a problem with my column. Several months ago, a young Orthodox man confronted me, after having recognized my picture from the paper, and informed me that he was starting a petition to have me fired.

“Why?” I asked this man, who approached me in a synagogue just after services.

“Because you’re not Jewish enough,” he replied.

While the vast majority of the feedback I get is positive, that’s easy enough to ignore when you’re me. I like to focus on the negative, which isn’t a way of life I recommend — nor would it be a good title for a motivational speech. Still, it’s kind of a habit of mine.

I called Adlerstein to accept his invitation.

“You’ve heard I’m Orthodox?” asked the rabbi.

“Yes. And you’ve heard I’m … not?”

“Yes,” he answered chuckling. “Don’t worry, this will be harder for me than for you. After all, you’re a good writer, and writers are always jealous of each other.”

With that compliment, and his avuncular voice and tone, the rabbi had changed everything. He might still be a sexist who would prefer I cook and mate and not have opinions, but he had a voice like a soothing old story. How bad could he be?

When I arrived on Friday night, the house was lovely and the table crowded with four of the rabbi’s seven children, his wife and his daughter-in-law, a Yale student in a perfectly coiffed auburn wig. Over potato kugel, gefilte fish and the best challah I’ve ever tasted, the rabbi and I talked about everything from Woody Allen to the meaning of life. By the time the dishes were cleared and the single-malt Scotch brought out, I was really starting to like the guy.

Then the criticisms began. The rabbi doesn’t like the Jewish Journal, the Jewish newspaper here. He also doesn’t like the Orthodox newspaper. And he isn’t fond of the so-called Modern Orthodox, who, in his opinion, make too many compromises and sometimes let their children watch television.

“Rabbi,” I said gingerly. “Allow me to submit that the Jews are a critical people, and you are a critical guy who probably wouldn’t be happy with anything.”

“Yes,” he answered. “That’s true. I am critical.”

After five hours of talking, I finally got to the heart of what’s bothering the rabbi about me. Not only have I alluded to having premarital sex in my columns, but I’m also not married, a disease my columns might spread.

“Do you think God cares if I’m married?”

At this question, the rabbi winced as if in pain. His fingers tensed and his head fell backward. “Of course. God cares about everything.”

It bothers him to see me searching, he tells me, because Judaism has all the answers. If you follow the guidelines and live according to God’s wishes, you will have a happy and fulfilled life. It’s that simple.

“That sounds great,” I say. “But isn’t that what they would tell me over at the Church of Scientology, or at a cult?”

The difference, he says, is that Judaism is time-tested. It works. Not only that, but the guidelines, which allow for interpretation and questioning, aren’t as strict as they seem,.

Looking around the table, it was hard to argue with Adlerstein’s logic. His family is loving, his children sweet, patient and intelligent. His life, at least from the outside, seems complete.

Studies show that religious people, on the whole, tend to be happier. Their marriages are more durable, their sense of community stronger. But that’s not me, I tell him. Judaism is important to me, but I wasn’t raised Orthodox and I have other priorities right now. Marriage just isn’t something I’m rushing to do.

And I don’t tell the rabbi this but the only guy who I’ve ever seen myself with for life saw himself with a tall blond named Carolyn. The premarital sex thing I can hardly do anything about now, nor would I take it back if I could. Where does that leave me with the big guy upstairs? Not exactly on his “A list,” apparently.

To the rabbi, I am like a person on fire, and he has a bucket of water called Orthodox Judaism that he thinks can put out the flames. If myself, and others like me, would just settle down and follow God’s wishes, we wouldn’t be struggling with the meaning of life and with our relationships.

Before I go, I ask what would make the rabbi happy outside of my becoming Orthodox and getting married. Three things, he says: study Judaism in a class or with a tutor, speak at a youth convention and come back for Purim.

The class? Since learning is always good, I agree to that. The speaking? I hate public speaking. Purim?

“Only if you’re breaking out the good Scotch,” I joke.

“Of course,” he says.

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