I was flipping through the TV channels yesterday and landed on a talk show. The hosts were discussing a topic that you would think is as important to us as climate change is to President Biden and Al Gore. They were vehemently discussing the topic, looking at it from different points of view. Since the hosts are a mix of women of different ages and ethnicities, they all had their own “take” on the issue. I sat there watching until I couldn’t stand it and turned to something to restore my hope in humanity that people can’t really be that dumb.

Dear Goldy:

I love animals. I always have, and I have never hidden my love of animals from anyone I’ve dated. I grew up with dogs, cats, lizards, guinea pigs, turtles, rabbits, parrots, etc. I was dating someone recently and he mentioned animals, so I told him how much I love them. We discussed growing up with pets: how he wished he had one, but his parents wouldn’t let, except for some fish and a short-lived hamster. I told him about the four cats, rabbit, and two turtles I have in my apartment. He joked that I’m on the border of being called a “crazy” cat lady. I’m not a “crazy cat lady.” It hurt my feelings. You can’t say I’m a crazy cat lady because I’m crazy in love with all animals.

I knew that I was opening up a can of worms when I published Debbie’s letter about the price of KGH real estate. The emails, text messages, as well as phone calls started that very Motza’ei Shabbos. Some were supportive, others were not. There is no right or wrong response or opinion about this issue. What I think most of the email writers and some of the texters (How did you all get my number, because I know I don’t know you, and I know you didn’t get it from my father) missed the entire point of my original article, regarding the subject matter and the letter published a couple of weeks ago: I love KGH. I think it is a wonderful community to grow up in and to raise a family in, but unfortunately, because of the jump in real estate prices, I can’t afford to stay – and I’m disappointed about that. That’s it. Simple. I don’t hate this town or those who have bought homes or have had homes bought for them here.

Dear Goldy:

I’m 25 and “in the parshah.” I love your column and think you have done your best to cover all topics that are current, except one. The topic: people who have someone with special needs in their immediate family. My brother is on the autism spectrum. He’s highly functioning, but he still has the diagnosis. Very occasionally, that affects a shidduch for me and my other siblings. What I mean is, sometimes the shadchan is stupid (yes, I wrote “stupid” because that’s the only explanation) enough to tell me that the reason why a guy doesn’t want to date me or continue dating me is because of my brother. I know that the shadchan doesn’t mean that these people hate my brother; it means they are afraid that marrying into my family will give them the greater chance of having their own children with special needs. You may think that I’m exaggerating, but I’m not.

Dear Goldy:

I’m writing you because I don’t have the same self-confidence that you do. You’re not shy. You’re outspoken. You write your opinions and what you’ve said to men that you dated (I read your book). I want you to give me the confidence boost that I need in order to date.