I’m thinking about a lot of things this Labour Day. Not only the workers who came before me, but the work I engage in on a daily basis as a woman, a public employee, and someone who loves the arts and cares about marginalized communities. Under DoFo I have learned just how irrelevant and non-essential…
Baes in Tinderland
The title of this blog is an obvious (but also cute?) homage to the 1903 operetta Babes in Toyland, which was made into a movie with old-timey comedy duo Laurel and Hardy in 1931 and again by Disney in 1961. Truth: I’ve never seen this production in any of its versions and when reviewing the plot…
In the Eye of The Feminist Shitstorm
The first article about my Bumble experiences was published in The Conversation on July 28th (https://theconversation.com/love-lust-and-digital-dating-men-on-the-bumble-dating-app-arent-ready-for-the-queen-bee-120796), and whaaaat a nerve it has struck!! I knew it would ruffle a few feathers but didn’t think so many rufflestiltskins would reveal so much anger. About what, you ask? Not dating apps, which was the focus of…
Putting the “D” in app dating
MUCH has been written about the dick pic as a harmless rite of passage for sexually active young adults and an often-unflattering mode of sexual communication used by men to the dismay of most women on the receiving end. Indeed, a culture of resistance to the dick pic has emerged over the past few years,…
Welcome into my humble abode – and body, Mr. Bumble.
When I signed up for Bumble, I assumed my first date would look a little more like a fun and flirty modern Rom Com and less like the “dead-man walking” wander towards my door that I was on. Alas, on- or offline, not every date is a smashing success and not every sexual encounter needs…
Continue reading ➞ Welcome into my humble abode – and body, Mr. Bumble.
When I got the short end of the stick(y)
Last time we left off with my first personal foray into the (sometimes) wonderful world of Bumble. I believe my last few rambling sentences hinted at the potentially titillating situation I found myself in when I discovered my first Bumble meet-up was as interested in men as he was the digital version of me and…
Enough of the ideological stuff (for now) let’s get into the stick of it.
So far, I’ve reflected on some of the weird and frustrating aspects of my five months within the Hive. But, now I want to share more of the personal side of my experiences using Bumble in a fumbling attempt to search, flirt, date and do what bunnies do. Please join me in a tantalizing travel…
Continue reading ➞ Enough of the ideological stuff (for now) let’s get into the stick of it.
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Do you ever feel like Bumble is putting the sting back into the sex wars? #MeToo
I chose to go on Bumble because it came with the promise of a fem-forward, sex positive, not-so-stigmatized route towards dating, tristes and maybe something more solid. I appreciated Bumble’s appeal to professionals (or just people with functioning cortexes) and promise of a first-ever feminist-oriented algorithm and method of connecting. However, as I scrolled and…
Continue reading ➞ Do you ever feel like Bumble is putting the sting back into the sex wars? #MeToo
After the photo comes the fear of failure (and the complete and utter disbelief this is what my dating pool looks like)
When you meet someone in person, you remark how cute their dimples are, how their laugh reminds you of an aesthetically-gifted Santa Claus and the way they roll up their sleeves to expose some seriously well-defined forearms. But, when you encounter that same potential heartthrob through the lens of dating apps, you risk missing out…
Sticky, Sexy, Sad 