The fact that a thing like Tinder exists is already the worst, honestly. It consistently undermines one of the primary lessons our parents at least tried to instill in us: “Don’t judge a book by its cover.”
After almost three years of being an active Tinder user in New York City, I feel confident telling you that I’ve judged more covers than a publishing house. I can only imagine after countless years of telling me I should pick a mate based on kindness, intelligence, and loyalty, how proud my mom would be to know I now "swipe left" when someone doesn't meet my height requirements... or has a tagline like "just trying to get it in."
New York takes Tinder to an entire other God-awful level. It’s a simple math equation, really. What happens when you take New York’s already infinity options and add infinity more options, and then multiply that by ego and flakiness? You yield New York City’s Tinder population, that’s what. The root of the problem is that New Yorkers are used to being able to get what they want, when they want it. That’s because they can. This city thrives on limitless options and opportunities, and most of all, it perpetuates the “there’s probably something better around the corner” attitude.