Being an opinionated blogger whilst also being an objective reporter can be a little tricky.
One day I am writing about why I don’t send my kids to Jewish day school, and later in the week I’m interviewing day school administrators — and parents who are grappling with whether or not to keep their children in day school or instead try out a Hebrew charter school.
I’ve just returned from four days in sunny Jamaica (on the heels of several days in sunny Los Angeles). I didn’t announce my travel plans here ahead of time for fear that burglars would break into my apartment only to be disappointed by the distinct lack of valuable merchandise — unless mountains of Zhu Zhu pets, Barbie dolls and children’s artwork qualify as valuable merchandise.
Keeping up with celebrity gossip is not one of my top priorities. In fact, it is just this week, thanks to his movie-related media blitz, that I am able to correctly identify Justin Bieber. (I’d been thinking he and Justin Timberlake were the same person.)
So I did not realize until last night, while waiting in line at the Rite Aid checkout counter (do you not envy my life of glamour?) that Chelsea Clinton and Marc Mezvinsky, whose interfaith wedding kept Jewish bloggers like me busy all summer long and, no doubt, served as an economic stimulus plan for much of New York State, may be experiencing marital problems.
I abandoned my husband and children for four days to jet off to sunny California, and I don’t regret it one bit. Worse still, I abandoned Ye Olde Blogge for a full week, a transgression for which traveling, alas, no longer offers an adequate excuse.
This summer novelist Gary Shteyngart told New York Magazine that he is engaged to a Korean-American woman. (Sadly, when I e-mailed him, playing up our shared alma mater Oberlin and hoping to feature him in a column, he declined to be interviewed, writing “I'm totally down with intermarriage and would love to talk about it, but my fiancee is very publicity-shy and I swore not to bring her into any media light.”)
Soon after, the New Yorker reported that Facebook Emperor Mark Zuckerberg is expected to marry Priscilla Chan, a Chinese-American medical student.
And then Tiger Mom Amy Chua jumped into the media spotlight, with Jewish hubby Jed Rubenfeld and their bat mitzvahed, sleepover-deprived daughters Sophia and Lulu in tow.
I apologize for being such a delinquent blogger this past week. Part of it was being distracted by my reporting responsibilities (see my recent article on new Hebrew charter schools if you don’t believe me!)
But also I’ve been struck with something of a blogger’s block trying to decide whether and how to respond to my colleague Jonathan Mark’s “No, Not Everyone is Jewish Enough” post.
Has anyone else noticed lately how American women over 40 all seem to have to adopt an animal persona? (Hmm, is "animal persona" an oxymoron?)
First it was Courtney Cox and the cougar phenomenon, then Sarah Palin, the Mama Grizzly — and now we have Amy Chua the Chinese tiger mother.
I admit it: she had me from “Here are some things my daughters Sophia and Louisa were never allowed to do,” and I devoured all of the deliciously horrifying “Battle Hymn of the Tiger Mother” in a few hours. (Just so you know, I’m not one of those bloggers who writes about a book without actually having read it!)