As a happily married, middle-aged father, Tinder is one part of social media that I’m aware of, but haven’t viscerally experienced – for obvious reasons.
So, this piece on Tinder from a woman’s point of view is a fascinating read:
And, for all its faults, I still find Tinder delightful. I’m now 29, and I set my upper age limit to a reasonable 37, my lower age limit to a rather scandalous 23. No one can address me without my consent, which I can withdraw with an unceremonious “Unmatch” at any time. And when I encounter a blank profile or a grainy photo or a man who is lying through his teeth about his age, I am reminded of those unfocused pictures and the entitled rage of that first encounter. It is a special joy to left-swipe such profiles back into the bowels of Hades from whence they came.
If the Medium version of Matter continues to produce good stuff, I might eventually stop mourning for the “long form science journalism” version of it.