Girls Gone Wild on Brisbane Tinder
Or: “Because somewhere out there a lot of fathers are rocking and crying themselves to sleep – or would, if they only knew.”
Social media, and online dating, really bring out the good, the bad and the bizarre out of people. Ubiquitous, 24/7 access to cameras and recording devices, as well as internet connectivity, have changed the way we see ourselves and portray ourselves to others. A combination of anonymity and physical distance encourage us to transgress previously unpassable social boundaries and construct new identities in virtual reality that sometimes overlap and sometimes supplant our true selves.
Oh, what the hell am I writing. Y’all just want to see what I have to swipe left on a daily basis to get to a few gems (you know who you are).
But before I do, let me say this to avoid accusations of sexism, misogyny, or exploitation: I’m an equal opportunity eye-roller, so I ask all of my female readers who might be on Tinder to send me some of your favourite screenshots of “the ones that got away (because I swiped left)”. I will happily publish the Boys Behaving Badly special, including this little alt-treasure sent to me by a friend a few weeks ago (thank you, again you know who you are).
Why I love Bunnings…
And speaking of Bunnings…
Oh, OK.
A shoutout to all the QUT students, by the way.
Hmmmm, I think we’re starting to see a pattern here.
My faith in the new generation suddenly restored.
Paging Minister Dutton. But love your confidence.
Let’s thank our Virgin friend for her honesty.
Oh dear, could this be the test case of section 18C and Tinder?
Way to go, our senior citizens. You’re never too old to Tinder.
Speechless.
And just what the hell is wrong with cabbage?