Having a Jewish husband is not something I'd get excited about. Were I young and single, I'd still hold out in hopes of finding a good black man.
Way back in th day, I would always hear that Jewish men liked black women - to have on the side. When I attended the University of Illinois back in the early 1950s, there was a very substantial communityof New York Jews among the student body, the reason being, as one of my female Jewish dormmates told me, was that it was much cheaper for their parents to send them to a top notch Big 10 school than a private Eastern college. Anyway, the singular goal of these Jewish princesses was to marry doctors or lawyers and live comfortable lives. I encounered Jewish males in my classes. They always had twinkles in their eyes, which I now think was a sign that they and their kosher brand of soul liked the possibilities black women represented. Back then black women never thought of white men in terms of marriage. It just wasn't likely. The high school I went to was overwhelmingly white, and I had a little thing for the Italians guys. Mostly because, in addition to being good looking, they were not unlike black ones. They had swag and bluster weren't that racially-prejudiced.
Also back then when I started working at the Post Office, I had a chance to compare black guys and white guys. To me, Brothas could talk it, but they couldn't walk it. White guys didn't have as much style but they had substance. But they all shared a common "desire", and color wasn't that big of a factor when it came to who was good or bad in bed. Or so I was told.
While I'm lingering back in the day, I can also compare how things were before TV came on the scene. Black women have always liked to gossip and speculate about what was going on in the lives of their acquaintances, and there was plenty of grist for this mill because somebody was always sneaking around with somebody, and so-and so was going with so-and so, and he said, and she said. When television came on the scene, soap operas soon followed. Soon a TV screen became a neighbor's window, providing an opportunity to eavesdrop on the private worlds of dysfunctional people. I was always amazed at hearing black women discuss the characters on "their stories" as soap operas were called. They were totally wrapped up in these daily offering, seemingly unable to distinguish fiction from reality. Now we have all these night time soap operas and reality show drama queens, all of which continue to captivate their female viewers, particularly black ones Why read a book, or seek out intellectual stimulation when it's so easy to just press the "power" button on your remote and escape into a world of sex and intrigue? Of course, if you can find a book to duplicate this simplistic experience, then that can work, too.
Enter FaceBook, where people can create their own drama, write their own dialogue, star on their own stage; a platform where they can rant and vent without being held accountable. A lot of this is undoubtedly about escaping the hum-drum existence of a pay-check-to-pay-check life. And it's a situation that's just begging to be exploited, because it gives the people what they want. And so it goes: life in the 21st century. Many have expressed the opinion that the downfall of black folks stems from their undisciplined pursuit of what they want, instead of what they need. Whatever.