Really, it’s easy to see people packaged up with a bow; it’s harder to know in your heart that maybe they are hurting as well, that they are struggling like you are. Like all of us are. Because during the holidays it gets wrapped up and put through a filter. Walden. Valencia. Rise. Like. Reblog. That app that gives everything a soft lens flare sparkle.A Gift-Less Christmas Story
Lots of Lulu talk this week! Thank god for the New York Times. Does classism go both ways? ‘Cause boy howdy do I detest the success stories of the wealthy and their fun people-rating apps hatched at brunch and their fireworked Nights of Passion echoed across the Branson Islands and back. Isn’t it pretty objectively gross to rate Human Beings in any way? Isn’t part of dating figuring out these things about people on your own? If you’re so worried about going on a date with someone THAT YOU ALREADY WANT TO GO ON A DATE WITH then you should check your local sex offender listings or REFINE YOUR SHITTY TASTE. Everything is so “best of” and “top ten” and “the worst this” and “in your 20s” can’t we all just BE for a little while? Leave some mystery? Date each other for dating’s sake? Don’t cut the exploration. Quit Yelping humanity.
Yes. In fact, I sort of thought Lulu was fantastic when I first downloaded it. I flipped through it and was like OMG. Then I got together for drinks with two guys, one of whom happened to be an ex and the other of whom happened to be a friend that I’ve dated before. I rated both of them while we were hanging out because they both wanted to know their score and at one point I said the words, “It’s like Yelp for people!” And it felt really gross all of a sudden, so I went home and deleted it.
I GOT SO ANGRY WRITING THIS.