Tinder culture
. . . a culture of tenuous family stability. Hyper-mobility.
I was watching the Richard Pryor performance-movie “Live on the Sunset Strip” where he does a riff on how sexually boring it is to wake up every day to the same spouse. He had seven marriages. It’s indicative of how a lot of the discussion these days is about relationships instead of households.
Relationships. How to get into them, how to optimize them, how to get out of them (ghosting is inadvisable).
Boring or stimulating. Adventuresome or humdrum. Poetic or prosaic.
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There’s an issue these days about household formation. Lack thereof.
It’s to some extent a consequence of home prices getting so expensive. And so: a revival of extended-family living. The household might be parents, children (even through their twenties), some grandparents, maybe others. Let’s say it’s an extended-family household of seven. Guess what. You wake up every day to those same seven. The issues aren’t stimulation, adventure, and variety. The issues are functionality, sustenance, and support.
In our Tinder Culture of ephemerality, precarity, mobility, and tenuousness we’re losing appreciation for stability and . . . beloved homestead.
