Avi an engaging writer and oddly entertaining, albeit in the horrified watching-a-train-wreck kind of way I watched some Oberlin classmates earnestly say something stupid and insensitive only to set themselves up for a thorough dressing down by the school’s arbiters of political correctness.
Now contrary to the stereotype you might conjure up from looking at the book’s cartoon cover illustration and its somewhat old-fashioned approach both to gender and intermarriage, Ms.
Avi, who lives in the Virginia suburbs of Washington, D.
C., is neither a bimbo nor a women-belong-in-the-kitchen type: a Johns Hopkins University engineering grad (and grad of New York's elite Fieldston School), she is a former consultant for a major auditing firm.
You know how I (according to one obsessed commenter) think gentile women are superior to Jewish women?
The gist of her missive (which opens with “I once drove a boyfriend into the arms of a shiksa”) is that gentile women know better than Jewesses how to entice male members of the Tribe — and instead of complaining about “shiksas stealing our men,” Jewish women can “learn from them and prevent them from doing that in the first place.” In a nutshell, here’s what shiksas, according to Roseman, who also refers to herself as “Ms.
Avi,” know and Jewesses must learn: dress sexy but don’t be a slut; take care of your looks; don’t be clingy or JAP-py; do play hard to get and don’t waste your time with commitment-phobes.