TV and film director Jill Soloway has been running a de facto Jewish community. The question is whether it can outlast her success.
By Ari Karpel for Tablet Magaine
“I was channeling my Aunt Rose.”Jill Soloway was excitedly recounting LoveFest, the matchmaking event she held in July to mark the rarely celebrated holiday of Tu B’Av, known as the Jewish Valentine’s Day, where she and a few friends donned fuchsia babushkas and played yentas.
“Sooooo,” she said, dragging out the “O” and raising her voice half an octave for a nasal, Fran Drescher-style accent. “Tell me what you’re looking for.”
Soloway reverted to her normal voice: “I squeezed my nails into this girl’s arm.”
And Fran Drescher again: “You say you want to have children? Ohhhhkaaaay, we’re looking for someone who wants to make babies.”
“It was so stupid and so fun,” Soloway said, back to her normal tone. “I was deputized by the babushka to do the thing I’ve always wanted to do, which is putting people together. It was total chaos. It became more like a theater event than actual matchmaking. Some people really wanted my services, and some were completely annoyed by me.”
In other words, it was just another Saturday night in the life of Jill Soloway, television writer, movie director, and part-time yenta.
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