I’m trying to make sense of this election, while every other blink of my eye reminds me I’m awake, that this is real, that this happened.
The internet is nothing if not a business opportunity, and someone decided to monetize love.
I was never cool, until I reached the age I no longer gave a shit to be.
I use a portion of my very valuable spare time to peruse the current male menu items on offer through any one of the dating apps that hasn’t pissed me off yet. It doesn’t have to be this way.