KFC blogged about a young lady yesterday who was featured in the NY Post for her Seamless “addiction” that entails her spending $11,000 per year on food delivery from Seamless. The story was everywhere, including on BroBible, a site in which I know most of the guys since we worked for the same parent company for a year. Before KFC’s blog I saw theirs, replied saying I had Tindered with the girl in the article a while back and ultimately didn’t go out with her because she lived/worked in a land far away in Connecticut while I lived in NYC (though her location did indicate NYC…needless to say it’s a Tinder faux pas because most people aren’t traveling for such things). I also may have mentioned her obviously ample breasts because honestly it’s relevant to the conversation, like maybe you add a 10 mile radius per cup size, I don’t know what the rules are.
Totally innocuous social media conversation with the Valley to Barstool’s Bayside. Fast forward hours later and I notice a bunch of mentions and a follow from a familiar face.
Obviously a bit of a shock when someone finds you talking something resembling trash about them but I guess you shouldn’t be surprised when people who willingly participate in news articles about how much sushi they order also search for anything mentioning them.
You’d think I would have learned about the danger of not @ing someone on Twitter when my boss was murdered in the street like one of Bruce Wayne’s parents a mere week ago but apparently not.
I’m correct. It’s a breach of etiquette to act like you’re in NYC and then ask me to drive (I don’t have or need a car) or take a train or bus like a poor person just for the opportunity to buy you a vodka soda and hopefully slip in an appendage or two. And you can tell I’m correct because at this point, it seemed like it became less about my mentioning Tindering with her, or her location, or the ampleness of her titties and more about guy sites objectifying women?
And she’s right. Strong powerful women who give interviews about spending Haiti’s GDP on diner kale and have bios touting their appearance on a gimmicky Bravo dating show weeks before it’s even aired and chat up 30 Tinder dudes a day deserve to be treated better. They’re to be revered, not rated, because they’re not seeking our attention or validation for themselves or their sweet titties. So instead of me picking a fight on Twitter (Spags fighting on Twitter and Tinder in one blog…drink) let’s celebrate her with some photos from her Instagram and wish her all the luck in the world in the respectful and dignified world of seeking love on reality TV.
…playas fuck up.