Once upon a time in my life, I was a good little Jewish girl from an affluent parkside penthouse on the Upper East Side of Manhattan. Then I turned twelve and listened to my first punk record. Okay, actually it was a cassette (remember those?) but you get the drift. For the next few years I denounced everything. My religion. My family. My faith and hope and, as some would have said, my eternal soul, or whatever that thing is. I ran away from home at fifteen, and headed out west. I met some boys, and we did things I probably should not have been doing at fifteen and sixteen. I went down to Mexico and did a lot more things, both boys and drugs and such, that I should not have been doing. At this time I was going by the name of Cherry Bomb. I actually had some believing that it was my real name. Said I was raised by CBGB-loving 'rents. Anyway, the basic fact is that I was what one would call a troubled teen. Eventually, my parents tracked me down in Modesto California, a few days before my seventeenth birthday, and made me come back to my old life in NYC. As a girl filled with typical Jewish guilt, I did indeed go back to that life of the good and proper young lady. I finished high school - a school of nothing but girls by the way, where I did some other things I probably should not have done (yeah, you get my drift) - and entered a good college and all that proper young Jewish American Princess crap. Dated and such. Then suddenly, on my twentieth birthday, I ran off and married I sweet gentile boy. This was just to piss off my family once again. I do feel kind of bad that I used poor Joey like that, and then just tossed him away after a few months of marriage. But anyway, cut to three failed marriages later, a world of travel and decadence and drugs and d-i-v-o-r-c-e, and here we are in the waning days of 2013. I am Esther Rosneblatt. This is my introduction, and this is my blog. Let's have some fun. I only occasionally call myself Jewish these days (I really am a fickle bitch) so I am a pert-time shiksa, hence the title of my blog. I don't really know what the thing is going to be about yet. I am certainly not going to keep talking about myself, so don't worry about that. But what I am going to talk about? Damn if this girl knows. Nail polish? Shoes? Sex? Boys? Girls? The socio-political climate of post-millennial America? Shoes? Let's keep thinking, shall we. Until then, I am the Cherry Bomb (part time) Shiksa.
