I’ve decided to start using Twitter. I’ve been on it for a second before and connected it to the blog this summer but my functional knowledge is still infantile. 

I remember the first time I heard of twitter. My high school boyfriend started one in college to tweet stuff about government. I didn’t pay much attention because I resisted change back then. And government stuff is boring. He loved it though. Now, he’s staunchly ensconced in DC technology from the ground level. If I’d chosen to care, the entire course of my life could have changed course. But that’s for a later story.

In 2002 I came up with the idea of Twatter. A twitter-esque service that connects people for late-night hookups. You’re only on it to get laid. No drama, no pretense. Better than sitting at a bar alone hoping someone else in the same square block is as into me as I am. I had an elaborate plan for it. If I’d given two shits about computer science in college… sigh. Again, another story.

Turns out, someone else had the same idea around roughly the same time because they developed Grinder. I learned all this from a traveling member of the rainbow railroad last summer. Basically, gay guys wanted an easier way to have casual hookups and aren’t ashamed. Very effective. I haven’t bothered to google it. I can feel the truth of it in my bones.

So of course, the Disneyfied version of this is Tinder. A place where you can pretend something other than proximity and your endocrine system are fueling your decisions. It’s not a dating app.

Get your hackles down. No judgements. Tinder is just another link in the virtual chain mail protecting us from loneliness. Any chance to make a connection is inherently great. If there’s love too, bully for you.

Just… consider the medium.