I grew up in the suburbs of New Jersey. Like so many young East Coast Jews do, I attended sleepaway camp in upstate New York. It was there, at the impressionable age of 10-years-old, where I was first exposed to this place called “Long Island”. Later, I went to college with people who referred to it as “Strong Island;” clearly they were jealous that NJ had a customized “Only the Strong Survive” Urban Outfitters T-shirt and their home had none.
I soon found out that Long Island was a place where kids ate sushi (before sushi was mainstream) and had it brought to them at camp on Visiting Day. A place where girls under the age of 13 had Prada, Gucci, and Louis Vuitton belts, bags, and shoes. All I had was a backpack with a monkey who could suck his thumb! Yet, out of all those Long Island girls I met at camp, thanks to the invasive nature of Facebook I know that none of them are still living at home. None of them are pathetic enough to go on a reality show where they ask, “Why am I still single,” and then every action that follows answers that exact question. The girls on this show are an embarrassment – to themselves, their parents, Long Island and the entire Jewish people.