Likewise, the handful of non-Jewish fellows I dated—the hockey player, the Scrabble champion, the Mainer I nicknamed “L. Bean”—I dated not because there was something I liked about dating non-Jews (The rebellion! I’m not saying I don’t see that Jewish men are lovable; I get why Woody Allen could be considered hot.
I’m talking about the stereotypes: on the one hand, Jewish men are rarely presented in the media as particularly “normal,” likable guys; on the other, some women—yes, especially non-Jewish women—have a particular thing for Jewish men.
Be always occupied in your love towards her.” But it wasn’t until the Babylonian Talmud that Jews came up with a blueprint for the ideal man, says Daniel Boyarin, historian of religion at the University of California, Berkeley and author of Unheroic Conduct.
Gentle, pious and scholarly, this new model was the original Yeshiva bocher—a stark contrast to the traditional Roman warrior of the time.
Yet this “ideal Jewish male femme” was also the pinnacle of manliness, a sexual force to be reckoned with. Other cultures twisted the feminized edelkayt into something negative.
Go to JDate.com, and you’re guaranteed to find one: “I’m just a nice Jewish boy who loves his mother’s cooking.” “Message me if you are looking for a nice Jewish boy who values family, respect and loyalty.” The story begins in the Bible, where the best men are portrayed as more brain than brawn (see: the bookish Jacob, who outsmarts his burly brother Esau).
I'm not biased because I've been wading in this Dead Sea of candidates for my entire lifetime — I'm actually quite tired of it.
They are diligent and dedicated guys whose compassion and patience are rare finds in most men.
Marrying a Jewish guy is like winning the lucky sperm lottery, and it pays off in the form of devotion and hard-to-pronounce last names daily.
In 1978, for example, The Jewish Man was proclaimed “the new sexual hero.” This pronouncement was made in a now out-of-print book called , but stay with me.
“Throughout recent history, the sexual heroes have been the Clark Gables, Humphrey Bogarts, Gregory Pecks, Robert Redfords,” reads the foreword of the book, which I have on loan from a friend’s personal irony library. It’s divided into subsections (“The Jewish Man and Things,” “When He Takes You Home for Dinner”), each of which contains a list of observations on the topic, usually starting with “he” (“He folds, never crumples, the paper”).