By definition (via Wiki), "the hookup culture" is one that accepts and encourages casual sexual encounters focused on physical pleasure without necessarily including emotional bonding. It is also referred to by the media as moral panic.
If I had to self-define a hookup it would be in the same manner that every other twenty-something I know would describe it as: I met this attractive person who could, for one time only, cure my sexual frustration without an added emotional attachment. What more do I need?
In modern times (at least in America) it's becoming increasingly popular for college students, or simply that age group, to engage in hookups or casual dating instead of actual relationships. I've recently hopped on the Tinder bandwagon (against previous wishes) because I'm starting to realize that maybe meeting people online isn't the work of the devil, when done safely. For those of you who live in a hole in the ground and haven't gotten the Tinder app, it's for matchmaking, but does it in a different way than other apps. It's connected to your Facebook account, not to release any information, but it pulls your friends and interests so you know before you even talk to someone how much you have in common. This, of course, only works if you actually update your Facebook. Tinder, otherwise, will be quite the superficial experience for you as you simply swipe left for "yes" or right for "no" based on people's physical appearances. Only if they find you attractive as well can you actually communicate.
Feel free to share your Tinder stories via the comment section or by email. I'd love to hear and maybe it'll give me some guts to actually meet someone.
Monday, September 16, 2013
Tuesday, September 10, 2013
So, here's the deal. I'm going to live in a van for a while and road trip and the only good way I can think of to make money is sell stuff at farmers markets on the way or sell crafts online.
Anyway, who wants to join me?
I'm super fed up with my life right now and just need to stop working my dead end job.
That is all.
Posted by Girl Who Cries Wolf at 11:50 PM
Monday, September 9, 2013
Ballad To The One I Haven't Met Yet (Or maybe I have?)
I've recently revisited the idea of having a list -- As correct as I was about there not being a perfect someone out there, I was missing the fact that there is, however, a certain way I deserve to be treated and a certain amount of "deal breakers" that I simply cannot look past.
So here's to you, kid; whoever you are:
I will spend a lifetime getting to know the ins and outs of you, but I do know that you love me for me and never want to change a hair on my head. You share my passion of traveling and meeting new people because you are so open-minded and we feed off of each others good karma. We make a good team because neither of us like to make plans -- The only plan we need is happiness and the definition of that will change as we grow older and wiser together. Our strengths and weaknesses compliment each other in such a unique way that it will be considered an art form in our eyes. We don't need a home because the only home we need is simply wherever we are together. We practice patience and appreciation for what the world puts forth naturally and give it back like it's our job. We fill each others sorrows with our words because we know that our spirits are strong. We never fear death because each day is to be lived to the fullest extent possible and we never forget to explore both our surroundings and our minds.
Until then, keep on as you have been and I'll do the same. I expect that I'll have some sort of feeling when I meet you that will match the same feeling you're having. I know that life isn't a Disney movie but there is some magic in all of us, right? For all I know I see you every day and I'm just not ready to accept it yet.
So see ya around I guess?
Posted by Girl Who Cries Wolf at 6:52 PM