This is an article from an issue of New York magazine from this summer. It’s the story of a mother who impersonated her daughter on JDate to try to get said daughter dates with nice Jewish boys.

The mother’s name is Joyce, and her daughter is 24 years old:

Joyce paid $28.50 for a one-month membership and started scoping out potential dates — “I was looking for a doctor.” The only time she felt weird was when someone asked about her interests, and she thought, How would a 24-year-old respond to that? Then she printed out and ranked some promising profiles, and gave them to her daughter, who’d been away on vacation.

The response: “She started crying that I ruined her life,” says Joyce. “It was over-the-top, scary.” Joyce’s daughter (who refuses to give any name at all) rolls her big brown eyes and says, “You’re lucky I didn’t sue you.”

Have I mentioned that I’m more grateful for my mother every day?