Men dating depression
I write about gender on the Internet for crying out loud!
But every day, when I log into the dating site of my choice, I play the passive role, the receiver of attention, the awaiter of messages.
Since its earliest known descriptions dating back to the Old Testament, depression has been observed as a disruption of normal lifestyle.
After all, we each have only the 500-word text boxes and crappy jpegs and clever (not so clever) user names to show for ourselves. Maybe in this environment where we are safely sequestered behind screens, we can get past some of the lingering gender-based “rules” that dominate the “How to Catch a Man” playbooks of yore.
Maybe instead we can learn to treat each other as equal players of a very silly game that we all secretly take quite seriously. But it seems quite clear to me that we’re not there yet. I’m a feminist, sex-positive 21st century lady whose photos include me posing in a Rosie the Riveter Halloween costume.
In the realm of hetero courtship, tradition still reigns supreme.
The Internet could be the great democratizer, the great playing field-leveler.
The economic cost is significant in terms of lost hours, reduced productivity, and health care.