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I arrived at a weird point the other day, finally admitting to myself that I am addicted to Tinder. I have a tendency to become really focused on things in order to understand them — I prefer to learn through experience — and so Tinder was no different than any other technological thing I’ve written about over the years.
There was a time when I was hopelessly addicted to and obsessed with Facebook, and another time with Instagram. To help with the Facebook fascination/addiction, I wrote about it for a year on the site ReadWrite. I wanted to understand the social elements of Facebook, why people were so upset about it; what was confusing about this way of being with friends on the site; were these people actually your friends; what does it mean to be friends with someone online vs offline; how did Facebook change the ways that we are available to connect with someone?
The media determines the ways we can be in touch. Twitter was less fascinating to me because it was only words and one-liners; that’s more like a stand-up comedian telling jokes, and then waiting for a response or not. It felt safer, easier to disengage with someone who replied with something screwy. Instagram became a fun place to discuss opportunities for visual humor, which I lectured about at Portland State University earlier this year. But Tinder? I wasn’t sure I wanted to know him, her, or it.
Read more at http://www.craveonline.com/design/889323-tinder-tales-swipe-right-writers-know-internet#A7cy8ZiTM7AQGCYS.99
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