Have you been working on your online dating profile? Posing for the perfect selfie? Finding the exact right words to describe
OK, I admit it. I have been in the dating zoo for a while -- with a certain lack of enthusiasm and a fair share of ambivalence. You know how it is. I love being single, but wouldn't mind dating. And like many others I was too cheap to pay for some websites that promise that you will finally find the missing half of yourself (I personally haven't lost any piece of me).
The lovable arrow-slinging boy -- once known for cherubic looks and igniting romance, now known for alternating stints between jail and rehab -- faces yet another arrest, this time for assault with an arrow and indecent exposure.
5. Gender inequality is alive and well. (Myself). Women have made tremendous advances in the workplace, in the home, and
MIT Professor Sherry Turkle discusses the phenomenon of dating apps and how the "paradox of choice" can keep us from making a move.
So here I am, your Flag Mod. When you flag that obscene photo or report that fake profile, I'm one of the 'special users' who determines whether it should in fact be deleted, or if you were overreacting.
I was with my late husband for 32 years. After he died, I planned to melt into my sofa in a haze of dark chocolate gelato and Nicholas Sparks movies. I'd be the woman in the bourbon-stained bathrobe buying the giant, economy Bombay Sapphire gin and twelve Butterfingers at Bevmo. But I "got out there." Too much.
A first date is pretty much a sexualized job interview. You spend a ton of time getting dressed, carefully considering what each article of clothing you choose might say about you.
I've been sober for 12 plus years. I've been single for four and a half. The last time I slept in the warm embrace of a man was... well... let's just say it was two presidents ago. And one had a double term. When you do the math, it's a pretty shitty equation.
I think I genuinely lasted an entire week without logging on to any of the sites. But one night, I'd had a crappy day at work and couldn't sleep. I lay in bed, thoughts racing through my head. Just a little Tinder wouldn't hurt. My phone beckoned -- no implored -- me to pick it up and swipe. So I did.