Where other magazines give you the weekly lament of just one hapless single looking to get laid, Jewcy gives you three. Allow me to introduce our Dating Bloggers, young, hip, and contractually obligated not to find their soulmates for at least a year.
On Mondays, you'll hear from Charles, a charismatic twentysomething who's tired of faking his way through free drinks and phone numbers, and has taken up the quest for courtly love in the Big City.
Hedonism is restored on Tuesdays when recent NYU grad Amy burns through deejays, i-bankers, and club promoters like an avenging flame. She's also our editorial assistant and office manager, which means she regularly bosses us around about deadlines, invoices and daily priorities. (Tahl and I find the riding crop helps.)
Finally, on Wednesdays, West Coast 30 year-old Emily uses J-Date to find a nice Jewish boy, so prepare to have your hump day enlivened by a series of airbrushed photographs and falsely advertised heights and incomes. Did I mention Emily is an ex-CIA agent whose supervisor was a certain cover-blown Vanity Fair cover girl? You forgot to call, she forgot to take your name off that Myanmar rendition list. Hey, shit happens.