So these things — Tinder, OkCupid — they’re new to us.
All those bathroom mirror selfies. And driving selfies. Gym selfies.
Swipe left. Swipe left, swipe left, swipe left.
Everyone’s getting married. Some friends are getting divorced.
A message: “3 some? ffm”
They ask us about social media, they ask about fundraising.
We tell them we’ve never sought grants; that’s probably a problem. We run on fumes, which isn’t always a bad thing. Means we have to love it.
We want to ask them back: Why are you doing this? Are you sure what you want is a magazine? Imagine yourself and this magazine — all the relationships it will have affected, all the time it will have stolen, the only small sense you will have that anyone reads it — in five years, do you like it still?
But we don’t ask these things. People start magazines all the time. People can do whatever the hell they want.
“Would u like to wear thigh high stockings and I can stroke ur legs and admire? We can even get coffee as well.”