Folk calls these “blots.” Her character, though, figures: “But what choice did I have? Apps seemed to be the way everyone found each other these days.”Īgain, I hope you’re able to enjoy some time reading. There are many reasons I’m glad I didn’t grow up with online dating apps, but one of the scary ones is the fake accounts used to collect personal information. I resolved to pass judgment on several hundred men per day, and to make an effort to message the few I matched with.
On my return to San Francisco from a bleak Thanksgiving with my surviving relatives in Illinois, I downloaded Tinder, Bumble, and a few other apps I’d seen Instagram ads for. This story seems like one to get me caught up. I have never used a dating app, and so I don’t know all of the nuances and risks involved. “Out There” is definitely for a generation younger than me. I hope many of us have the chance to get to know this young author’s work. Folk has published stories in Granta and McSweeney’s, among other places, but this is her first story in The New Yorker, and I don’t see where she has a book published (if I’m wrong, please let me know!). This week we get a story from Kate Folk, another writer I don’t know. Some things will presumably carry on per usual, such as The New Yorker fiction. I hope this post finds you healthy and safe in spite of so much disruption and uncertainty going on.
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