titled Nancy Jo Sales’s article on dating apps “Tinder and the Dawn of the ‘Dating Apocalypse’” and I thought it again this month when Hinge, another dating app, advertised its relaunch with a site called “thedatingapocalypse.com,” borrowing the phrase from Sales’s article, which apparently caused the company shame and was partially responsible for their effort to become, as they put it, a “relationship app.”Despite the difficulties of modern dating, if there is an imminent apocalypse, I believe it will be spurred by something else.
, I scolded myself for wishing I was anyone besides me for a couple of minutes. At the same time, it’s not your “fault” you’re healthy. I appreciate all my friends, family and readers and I really don’t want to have pity parties, but my frustration gets the best of me sometimes.(If you’ve never had that kind of dizzy, you’re lucky, and I promise, it exists.) I’ve whined and complained about how people see me and treat me in several of my past blogs. I resent people for being to work full-time and bring home a regular-sized paycheck.How they resent me for not working as much as they do or for not doing as much in general as they do. I miss those days, when I was up and around constantly and always working and not worrying about how I was going to pay the bills or buy groceries. Diligently ticking boxes about her height, weight, and lifestyle, she clicked “submit” and hoped that a matchmaker would find exactly what she’d been looking for all these years. She was trying Stitch Fix, an online subscription and personal-shopping service, for the first time. “I was so excited to get my first box of clothing,” says Sarah, a 30-something architect in North Carolina who counts Jessica Alba as a style icon.