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The oldest child on the LIRR

April 23, 2005 By pia

Why is this night different than all other nights?

Because I have to go out to Long Island as it’s so much easier than coming to my apartment in Manhattan. LIRR is the acrynom for Long Island Railroad. I hated with a vengance the first ten minutes of the Jim Carrey/Kate Winslet movie, because it took place on the railroad.

I will never know the joy of celebrating a family holiday in my own apartment and I have resented that for a long time.

” Your apartment is too small,” “Too much work.” “We don’t want you to go to any trouble.” “Where are you going to put the turkey?” Oh wrong holiday–“the matzoh kugel.”

I admit that my sister, who I love so much, is a great cook with great dishes, and does wonderful presentations.

So do I. Hardly anybody cooks anymore, and I’m so practiced at the art of presentation, or taking food bought and cooked at some of the best take-out establishments in the world, and making it look really pretty.

Now there are great take-out places on the Island, so my only real argument is moot.

Tonight it’s at my sister’s in-laws.

Tomorrow it’s at my sister’s where I will sleep tonight. I’m usually a first night, no day person, but I promised fave niece. Actually I promised her mom–but a promise is a promise. This brings up many other issues.

My sister’s house used to be my parents house; we moved there when I was twelve–which would have been child abuse–had they have been aware of the consequence of their actions.

The house looks great. It no longer looks like the house I spent the most miserable five years eight months of my life in. Not that I counted the time or anything like that.

I love visiting the house now.

But holidays always make a single womanwho is not the host–or the mommy–feel demeaned. They’re designed that way.

It doesn’t matter what you’ve achieved or not achieved in life. It doesn’t matter what people are really thinking or that once you actually get to the dinner you have a good time. It’s the day leading up to the dinner that’s a bitch.

You think that people who have known you all or most of your life are going to silently nod their heads (and later discuss with spouse) “she had so many opportunities; was such a knock out–how could she have let them all slip away?” As if success in life is measured by first the amount of marriage proposals one has had (I’ve had many,) and then by being and staying married.

You think that the people who are going to meet you for the first time or have met you once or twice will think: “She’s a great conversationalist; not bad looking–actually almost pretty. What could be wrong with her?” You know that they’re going to spend the next two hours dissing you. Though rationally you know that you’re not worth two hours of their time. They have kids. They have really important jobs. They have a 5600 square foot house; your entire apartment could fit into their master closet. Though your apartment is worth as much as their newly married daughter’s 2800 square foot house.

Who cares about your accomplishments? Or that you’ve traversed much of the globe by yourself; have never been a single/divorced/whatever person to sit home and pout over your single status. Since it was by choice you really can’t.

Oh that’s a lie. Not the choice part; the pouting part. I have sat home very very occasionally and pouted, because I will do almost anything to get out of taking the LIRR on a holiday.

It’s me, the 20 somethings, a few people in mismatched plaids (who aren’t making a fashion statement,) and some couples of all ages who whine at each other.

Passover happens to be my favorite holiday, though I have no idea if I believe in God or not, and don’t want to hear about how a belief in
God would make me a person who doesn’t complain and is much happier. I even find reading the Hagaddoh comforting. Though I didn’t go to my first real seder until I was fifteen, and we visited relatives in Mobile Alabama.

Yes my father found his religious Jewish identity in the deep South.

Holidays were fun then; I felt secure and loved. But both my parents are gone now, and holidays bring up every unresolved issue in my life. As soon as I get to where I’m going, the issues become resolved until the next time.

I am a happy person who loves to complain in print. I know many singles of all major religions who do believe in God, and complain twice as loudly as me about how unfair holidays are.

Two major differences: They only complain to other singles.

Second differernce: I don’t want to get married so that I’ll have a Saturday night and holiday date.

Boring. Stupid.

I really would rather read a book, or travel where I want to.

I mastered solo dining in swank restaurants many years ago. If I want to, I can always find somebody to take me or go with.

Truthfully I’m more satisfied with my self and my life than many married people I know are satisfied with their lives

But on the day before, or the day of a major family holiday I turn into a disgruntled childlike idiot.

Excuse me while I go pout.

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Comments

  1. RobinP says

    April 24, 2005 at 5:10 am

    Hi! I found you through Blog Explosion. You’re writing is hysterical.
    First of all,my mom lives in a good sized house and my sister lives in a huge house. So,where is Passover tomorrow night? In my small apartment,of course. I am fitting 9 people around my squishy dining room table. Yippee!

    I remember being single in my 20s and every old Jewish woman saying,”OY, you’re such a good cook….there should be a guy out there for you….” Ya, cuz cooking for a guy is my dream come true.

    I didn’t meet Rich until I was 30 and 12 years later…..I am still only cooking when I have to!…lol
    I hate cooking. I don’t know how I got off on this subject but….

    I don’t know why married Jewish women insist on making the single women feel like crap because they’re not married. People make choices. We should all just enjoy one another without all the judgement.

    I would hate to travel on a holiday. I give you a lot of credit for doing it. I bet your fave niece appreciates it too.

  2. Bone says

    April 13, 2006 at 8:45 pm

    I’m glad you linked back to this. I had never read it before.

    Can relate to much of it. Being single and enjoying it the majority of the time. But yeah, holidays…

  3. Nathalie Hoke says

    March 29, 2015 at 7:08 am

    I missed this blog post too. As always, it’s a good one, well worth linking to again.

    Only now in my old age do I find myself single. I’m grateful that no one thinks I need to be married again. That would get on my last nerve.

    I don’t know why it’s the married women who are expected to do the holiday meals, but it has always been so. I had my own family of 6, Dick and me and 4 kids, plus Dick’s mother always came here for holidays, and then family who wanted to see her came here to my house instead of inviting her to their homes! I actually hated those holidays.

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I live in the South, not South Florida, a few blocks from the ocean, and two blocks from the main street. It's called Main Street. Amazes me too.

I'm from New York. I mostly lived in the Mid-Upper East Side, and the heart of the Upper West Side. It amazes me when people talk about how scared they were of Times Square in the 1970's and 1980's.

As my mother said: "know the streets, look out and you'll be fine."

What was scary was the invasion of the crack dens into "good buildings in good 'hoods." And the greedy landlords who did everything they could to get good tenants out of buildings.

I'm a Long Island girl, and proud of it now.
Then I hated everything about the suburbs. Yet somehow I lived in a few great Long Island Sound towns after high school.

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