Brooke found one. Joe Katzman found one. Frank J. found one. Lots of people are finding spouses through their blogs. This is the first in a series of my search for a blogger spouse.
Hubris is a blogger who has been amusing me for months. I can’t read his site from work, because it is utterly obscene most of the time, and howlingly funny to the point that the management would probably figure out that I can’t possibly be working if I’m laughing that hard. Anne Bancroft said she married Mel Brooks because he was the funniest man she ever met. So let’s look at some of the pros and cons about Hubris for a husband:
Pros:
- He’s funny
- He’s really funny
- Did I mention he’s funny?
- He’s got cute kids
- I’m pretty sure he’s a younger man (with all that entails, one hopes)
- He has a pretty high embarrassment quotient
- He likes barbecue
- He’s a feminist
- He hates Jew-haters, too.
Cons:
- He’s not Jewish
- He’s originally from West Virginia. As I now live in Virginia, I’m pretty sure it’s illegal for me to marry anyone who is a native of West Virginia. In fact, I think it’s in the state Constitution.
- His latest relationship just ended; we’re talking major rebound syndrome
- He smokes
- He and the kids live in a state where I have no desire to move
- It’s probably pork barbecue that he likes
The upshot:
While Hubris has many of the elements that I’m looking for in Mr. Meryl Yourish, we cannot discount the geographical factor, and especially the rebound factor. Been there, done that, threw the t-shirt away a long time ago. I’ll have to keep looking for a blogger husband.
That being said, I think Hubris will remain on my list of blog fiancé possibilities; certainly, he remains on my blogroll and as a regular read.
So long as it’s not from work.
If you have a suggestion for my next blogger husband candidate, email me at myfirstname -at- mylastname.com, or leave a comment here.
Love it. You didn’t think I was going to leave this alone without giving you a suggestion, did you?
This fellow.
A couple of the pros I can list off the top of my head: He’s Jewish, he’s in medical school, he’s funny, and he has newfound respect for what women go through.
Finding the negatives I’ll leave to you.
I do not have a name for you as all my sons are married (which is why I am Sabba) However, perhaps you can check the male Jewish bloggers on the left of your page and see what you find.
Perhaps your Rabbi could give you a name in the Rabbinical school. Just think, you could then become Rebbetzin Meryl Yourish and really expand the scope of your blog (:-).
If Hubris, who is not a Jew, can tell who is poison for Jews and their national homeland, why can’t the rabbi at my congregation??? What a crazy world this is.
Hey, I’m in!
Hey, I’m available if you’re looking. I’ve always wanted to be able to use Yiddish words without looking like an idiot. Maybe as your husband I could pull it off.
Since I’m in NYC, I’m just going to take “Atlas Shrugs” Pamela’s leavings. Our liberal hawks list experienced a surge of male subscribers after she posted pictures of herself with Christopher Hitchens. Your former Aussie fiance emailed me to ask for a formal introduction. Some of those guys are bound to get discouraged by all the competition.
Joe Katzman found his wife via his blog?
(I found a boyfriend through my blog but he turned out to be an immature jerk. Back to the drawing board…..)
Not exactly. Joe met his wife at Armed Liberal’s wedding, to which Joe was invited.
I need to go to more weddings. Spouses frequently meet at weddings.
Is Alex Bensky married?
Was that the fool who missed out on the cardamom cookies? Because in that case, perhaps he wasn’t very bright to begin with. Those things sound delicious. In fact, I think I need a little baking project for tomorrow.
Judith has invited me to be a keshertalk guest blogger, Meryl? Would that count?
However, you do have one substantial problem, Meryl. My father is elderly and if he ever found out I was even bantering about marrying someone who was, as you are…a…damn, I hate even to say it…a Yankee fan…well, it could have a deleterious effect on his health. And on mine from the rest of the family. It was bad enough when my cousin married a Japanese woman who is a Yomiuri Giants fan.
Meryl, it’s an honor just to be nominated. I’ve always thought that your writing was smokin’. To be frank, my site fantasizes about your site.
I’m not exactly begging you to reconsider–okay, I’m begging you to reconsider–but I would mention that it’s seventy degrees down here in the winter, and I’m not sure what I should do with these Mary Chapin Carpenter front-row tickets/backstage passes…
We may not have Paris, but we’ll always have Google cache. No one can take that away from us.
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And he pays attention to my likes and dislikes. Yep. He stays on the list.
“Was that the fool who missed out on the cardamom cookies? Because in that case, perhaps he wasn’t very bright to begin with.”
Yes! Actually he’s extremely bright, in that academic geeky way where you monumentally miss the point about emotional relationships but since you are so extremely bright you think everyone else doesn’t get it but you.
He decided I was too “strident” because I won most of our intellectual arguments.
It pains me so to be sexist, but ain’t that just like a man?
I don’t have any specific names here in my local area; I might suggest a Mr. Ben Grimm of NYC; he’s Jewish, observant, and has other obvious positive characteristics…
Isn’t Mr. Grimm already taken? Of course, I have not followed his history since I could get the mag for a quarter.
The ruling on monogamy is a recent [12th century Ashkenazic] innovation. I also have not followed Mr. Grimm recently, but even so is there not enough of him to go around?
Ahem.
I think I prefer real, live potential husbands, rather than comic book heroes.
If I have a say in this at all, that is.
Actually, Meryl, Scott and I met at college (U. Penn), during junior year. We had already been dating for quite a while when we both started blogging. It was a great way for us to keep in touch with each others’ lives while we were separated on opposite ends of the country after college.
Now, as to finding you a man: I have a divorced uncle about your age living in New York…
“Now, as to finding you a man: I have a divorced uncle about your age living in New York…”
If Meryl doesn’t want him, can I get some details?