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In “Princesses Long Island” (Bravo, Sun., 9 p.m.), a gaggle of Jewish gals, above, embrace the offensive stereotype of the spoiled, materialistic and obnoxious “Jewish American Princess.” As the husband of a Jewish woman and father of Jewish daughters, I would like to offer a corrective.

Not all Jewish women believe “it’s definitely a Jewish thing to live with your parents” until you wed, expecting mother to clean their room and father to pay their bills.

Not all Jewish women would say: “Everyone judges me that I’m not married and that I’m 27 years old, like something’s wrong with me.”

After a mani-pedi, not all Jewish women would ask the salon owner to carry them to their car because their painted toenails aren’t yet dry enough to slide into their high heels.

Not all Jewish women would demand entry to a dress store closed due to a blackout, explaining that darkness will not impede their shopping ability because “I literally have night vision goggles in my eyes.”

Not all Jewish women would wish a frenemy “Shabbat Shalom,” the traditional Sabbath greeting, followed by an untraditional obscenity.