So one of the luxuries that comes with putting “write” in the title of your blog is that you can post about pretty much anything!

I want to talk about being a Jewish daughter for a second. Have you ever heard of the Instagram Crazy Jewish Mom? If not, definitely check it out. While my mother isn’t THIS crazy, I have shared multiple posts with her because she does do a number of “Jewish mother-y” things.

First, let me say this, I LOVE both my mother and father. They are my biggest cheerleaders and are two of my best friends. That said, my parents are self-proclaimed “Velcro parents.” While typical helicopter parents smother you a little bit, my parents FOLLOWED my sister and I to college. Mind you, they did both get jobs within the university community, but let me tell you, there’s nothing like getting random texts from friends being like, “I ran into your dad at the union, he was drinking a pitcher of beer.”

Due to this attachment to my and my sister’s lives, our parents can be overly involved in our dating lives. In November, my mother came to NYC for work, and also to celebrate my birthday with me. While she was here she held what some would call and “intervention” but what I prefer to refer to as “psychotic.” She sat me down and said that she and my father were going to join JDate on my behalf and I had a choice, either I could accept this and create a profile and message people myself or they would do it for me.

Believe it or not, I have MULTIPLE friends who have gone through similar interactions with their parents, most of these friends are also Jewish.

Also, while my mom visited me, I came home one day to find that all of my socks had been thrown out. When I asked her about this, her response was, “What if you go to the hospital?! All that the doctors are going to see are your disgusting socks!!!”

While it’s good to know that my mom is thinking of my safety and concerned if I get sent to the hospital, it seems to me that her concerns are a bit misplaced, to say the least.

As you can probably guess based on this, I don’t really share much about my dating life with my parents. When I do, the questions are ENDLESS. For instance, a few weeks go I let slip out that I went on a date, this led to an mild interrogation from my parents and when I told them that it was just a first date and I didn’t think that there would be a second (there won’t be), my parents COULD NOT understand why. I told them that there was no chemistry, and what was my mom’s response, “Well I hated your father when I first met him and we’ve been married almost 30 years!” #lifelessons

My parents have never met any guy I’ve ever dated, and as you can tell by this post, there’s a pretty good reason for that. That poor guy would be eaten alive!!

I’ll definitely continue to insert posts like this if you like it–let me know!