So this is a true story.
A woman moved to Ofakim. She had a job, she found an apartment, she went to shul, she got invited out for a meal.
At the meal, her hostess kindly inquired how she was adjusting, and she chatted a bit about some of the challenges of moving to a small, hot town in the south of Israel when you grew up in Milwaukee.
But every time she’d mention something, her host would interject, “Nu? All she needs is a good shidduch and everything will be fine.”
So, think, “Ulpan is great, but I still have trouble with some of the technical jargon for my job.”
“Nu? All she needs is a good shidduch and everything will be fine.”
“Not having Sundays is challenging. When do you do laundry and groceries?”
“Nu! What’s the problem? You need a good shidduch!”
“Last night the cats yowled under my window for 7 hours straight and I didn’t get any sleep.”
“What’s the problem? You need to get married!”
Doubtless, he thought he was being adorable. In fact, he was being annoying and condescending, minimizing everything she said by claiming life would be perfect if only she had a man.
Personally, I applaud her for making a big and brave move on her own — yes, all alone without a man — and I’m confident she’ll be able to handle everything her new town throws her way — on her own.
And if she had a guy to do the laundry, well, that would just be icing.