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Shit That Needs to Stop : Tinder

I hate dating.

It’s an inverse Sophie’s Choice really, determining which of the two stages are more painful.  There’s the actual dates themselves, volleys of uninteresting small talk queries occasionally pierced by idle observations on the food/beverage or other customers surrounding you.  At worst, it’s a couple hours of your life you’ll never get back that serve only to push you further down the foxhole of sweet, sweet permanent solitude; at best, you walk away with a faint optimism about a second date—an optimism that, deep down inside, you know will be crushed in due time by the revelation of their functional alcoholism or Beanie Baby collection.

Before that shitfest, though, is the process of finding a date.  We’re all busy.  Well, not me.  I just finished a book and I’m still unemployed and between you and me I do not have shit to do right now…but everyone else, you’re busy.  If you’re over the age of thirty, your presence at the bar throwing out the vibe is beginning to look suspect, and the “American Dream” of working 50 hours a week to barely pay your bills doesn’t leave you much time to pursue interests and meet potential mates throughout the week.

So, we turn to online platforms.  At one end, we have eHarmony, a service that ostensibly decodes your soul mathematically and tells you who Jesus personally wants you to be with; at the other end we have Tinder, a service that essentially asks you “do you want to fuck this person?” and waits for your reply.

It’s too tempting to not play around with, though.  Instant feedback, guilty pleasure, thumb exercise… it’s all there.  Some people, though.  Some people…just don’t seem to understand how this Tinder thing works.  Or, perhaps, they understand it all too well.  Either way, they provide laughable interruptions from the swipe-fest that is Tinder.  This is Shit That Needs to Stop: Tinder.

Ok, there is literally only one thing you need to provide to make Tinder work.  One thing.  And you…didn’t do it. You only had one job!  How does this happen?  What is the process?  Just.  Why?


Yes.  Yes I have.  Actually, I’m doing it right now.


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Oh, you have a garishly large tattoo memorializing a loved one in a very visible location?  Yes.  Yes I want to date you. Swipe.


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“Hey guys!  Which of my photos should I upload to Tinder?”

“Oh, you know that one that is badly out of focus?  The one that looks like it was taken underwater during an earthquake? Use that one.  Make sure it’s your primary photo, too”


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Which…one…is…Abby?!?!?!


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“Hi, I’m Jana.  Here’s an English muffin.  Wanna date?”


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I want to criticize Aubreyyyyy here, but I can’t.  She knows where she is, and she’s owning it.


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Angel has perhaps the most fitting dating metaphor photo.

6 thoughts on “Shit That Needs to Stop : Tinder”

  1. Looks like very clutter to me…there is no visual hints to differentiate navigational area and content area.umm i am the person with some sort of gamma-blindness,mm .And how about fixing messed-up comments?It is very confusing to read 'who replied to who' nowadays.

  2. Omg I want client 5′s body! Did you make up a workout plan for her? Please help. I have a small ass and my love handles do no make it any better. and on top of that, when you look at my hips, you will see big round dents in them. But what is so weird is that my waist has the “curves” as if I have an hourglass shape. >_>

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