I’ve been berated for being glued to my phone instead of having “real conversations”. But I don’t fancy the phone as a coping mechanism when faced with awkward silences.
Read receipts are everywhere: as blue ticks on WhatsApp, “Seen” messages on Facebook and “Opened” on Snapchat. They sow seeds of doubt, further complicating modern relationships.
A Tinder survey said that most people want to learn something new together on their first date. How adventurous! I only want to dissect the PM’s latest tweet with my dates.
Dear Chetan Bhagat, you don’t get to play the victim card at a time when women are coming forward to share their stories of real oppression. To whine about how the controversy about your “wooing” chats has prevented you from promoting your latest book only makes you look like a self-serving schmuck.
Your day begins with scrambling for your phone. Your neighbour needs a basket for her cat. You send her the pet shop address. Mrs K is out of ideas for her son’s science project. You put your work side, google and send her links. Why can’t you stop yourself from responding to every query on WhatsApp or Facebook?
In the age of left and right swipes and insta-love on a menu card, a handwritten love letter is an anomaly. But several young people are embracing the old-fashioned romantic note.
Your average men with their average-sized members are dumping gorgeous women on whimsical grounds. Men are playing a game of musical chairs with gorgeous women available on Tinder.
I’m experiencing the end of a glorious relationship that existed outside the bounds of marriage. Over the last few weeks, I’ve heard every variation of the “get some action” line of advice. Why do we treat relationships that don’t have a clearly defined, recognisable name like they were somehow inferior?
The average smartphone user faces a deluge of notifications, imploring you to do everything from checking out an unmissable offer to ordering food so you can focus on that cricket game instead of cooking. But are they a convenience, or a curse?