Amy, this is the fucking best. When I was on Hinge I was often completely baffled by men’s dating profiles. I’m with you on the politics. Apolitical, conservative, moderate—hard pass. My values are so intricately intertwined with human rights and I’m not willing to welcome any man to my bed who isn’t on the same page 😁
Thank you so much K 🥰. I was having a rough morning (it’s only 7 am EST) and your comment made me feel much better. I hope you have a wonderful day. XO 😊❤️
Oh Anne, I'm so sorry you've been having a rough day. I'm glad I could give you a small reprieve. If there's something or someone else you want me to roast, just say the word.
I'm so glad I'm not the only one giving constructive, albeit unsolicited, criticism. Even if a man's grandmother invented Skittles, or Lifesavers, or chocolate, what does that tell me about him as a human being? It's a jungle out there. I'm glad we have each other to lean on 🥰
Oh my gosh, Amy, you make me laugh so hard! This is the best- keep fighting that good fight, lady. Can we also eliminate all photos of men holding up dead fish? PLEASE?
I second the motion to ban dead fish photos! I'm so glad I made you laugh Kendall. Sometimes it's as cathartic as crying. I promise to keep fighting that good fight, with plenty of breaks to catch my breath. 🥰❤️
I just got around to your list. I can think of a few more to add, but prefer not to give degens any ideas.
Honestly, after reading this and the comments, if I ever find myself single, I’m going to look for a monastic order that practices absolute silence, and I don’t care if I have no affiliation with the religion. It would be better than joining the ranks of these needy fools.
Lately, I’m seeing a view of men through women’s eyes I have not focused on before and I’m not proud of what I see. It splits me in three different directions: a desire for denial, the hard acceptance of the truth, and humble prayers for forgiveness and grace.
Please remember that you are only responsible for your own actions. My intention in writing about women’s toxic experiences with men is not to shame other men. You are making this about you personally, which is only helpful if you need to course correct your own behavior.
I’m trying to bring awareness about a culture that breeds misogyny and what we can do to change that. I think self reflection is always useful, but getting stuck in shame will keep you from taking action.
This is a systemic problem, it’s not about one man or a group of men. Those are just the ones who got caught. What do we do about a society that devalues women and girls? How to we keep little boys from growing up believing that it’s acceptable to have sex with an unconscious woman?
I’ve proposed one solution which is to teach boys in a way that supports their social, emotional, and cognitive development starting from a very young age. Let’s spread more awareness rather than get stuck in shame. We cannot change the past, so let’s focus on what we can do in the present to create a better future for everyone.
It’s my nature to wonder if I’m doing something wrong and there is a flood of anti white guy stuff lately, which I actually understand is not aimed at me personally and I try to not think of it personally. I also understand that much of it is deserved criticism, although the virtue signaling is strong and self righteous. But I grew up in situation where it was easier to say yes, that’s right, I am guilty, rather than draw out the inevitable. A boy needs a little violence to toughen him up.
Then when I finally escaped all that home and faith community culture, I jumped into the fire of a recently independent African country that went through a long bitter war of independence against a stubborn, belligerent white minority government and the first head of the newly independent state, during his 37 year term in office, hated whites and that was the general attitude among the ruling elite. White man = evil. Even though the people I knew and loved didn’t have a drop of that poison in them, there was a constant drum beat, a leitmotif of hatred, that permeated the country.
For 25 years, I was a mazungu, an infidel (actually kaffir in Arabic, a word used in Southern Africa that is as vile and potent as the American “n” word), a white colonialist, etc.&etc, but never by the ordinary people. It was alway the power elites, but it’s tough to not internalize after drip by drip media torture.
When I finally returned to the US many years later, kind of beaten, probably totally beaten, I discovered it was far cheaper to attend our local university and get student insurance and free student clinic access than Blue Cross insurance for me. So I attended classes and it helped take my mind off being adrift in the world, but I was not aware of the woke revolution bullshit that permeated the campus culture.
One of the classes required that we attend a kind of Red Guard style hate session where some ignorant ass green haired girl went off on how even the word Caucasian meant “something something superior to everyone else”, which, since I was like two months from a three year stint in the Caucasus region, was straight up horseshit, although when I politely added context to the her assertion, I was suddenly the turd in the mansplaining punch bowl.
Then, a few weeks later, there was a huge self-flaggelation event after a gay student was allegedly beaten for being gay while out on his morning run. Everyone was pressured to buy red (!!!) t-shirts that proclaimed “HATE HAS NO PLACE HERE.” Then video footage emerged of the kid beating himself with a board the morning the assault took place. Suddenly all the red t-shirts disappeared.
Even on Substack, where I have finally started to thrive, I’ve had out of the blue shit dumped on me. One 40 something mom’s basement dweller (I could actually see little basement windows behind him in his photo, but no Hot Pocket wrappers) stalked me for days until I finally posted his posts, including the pictures of his mom’s basement, which stopped him. Why did he stalk me? I was guilty of having a white savior complex. I told him he had a huge, white, lard ass complex, which was dumb to say and put me at his level.
So maybe I overreact, take responsibility for things that are not mine, but there is a long history of in my face stuff. Remember the president for life I mentioned above? I was walking into a resort hotel near Victoria Falls when he emerged from the building with his body guards who proceeded to straight arm me backward off the sidewalk until I tripped and fell on my ass. Then they all laughed.
So be patient with me. You made a comment, after I posted about the French bastard, which was like a healing salve. You said the shame was not mine to bear. Healing words. It soothed the bruises and I was grateful.
This is probably too close to counseling session crap that you don’t need to hear, so take it as a story by a brother writer who has struggled to not sink under the weight of a lifetime of being a symbol of something to be hated.
And as you pointed out, little boys need a different kind of approach so they become angry, bitter, violent, misogynistic men. I’ve learned a lot from you about the problem and I am grateful.
Now it’s time to end my pity party and get out into the world. I have a dear friend who has been on the edge lately and I’m trying to help her with some problem projects while also trying to steer her toward professional counseling and a good lawyer to help her with an SSI application. She is a poster child victim of male abuse and debilitating PTSD. Thank god that I know how PTSD feels so that I can respond to her in the ways I found helpful.
Amy, if you get this far, you are a jewel of a person.
Anyone who helps other people to be their better selves is doing the Lord/lord's work, although I have never believed in any God, having been brought up unbaptised and atheist (which is VERY unusual in my generation). I have often wondered what I would do if I wanted to find a man – and I definitely would want to (even my 84 year old husband says I should be lining someone up now for when he is no longer here, although that is a step too far). I would probably be on those apps swiping the wrong way out of incompetence. I had a friend aged 62-63 (a long time ago) who said she was told by a male friend that the secret was for her to say she was 49. She did and immediately met a guy aged 50 or so and they have been together ever since. You sound too nice and interesting to be alone for long, so I am sure you will meet someone well worth your qualities one of these days. Lots of luck.
I love your stories Ann! Enjoy your husband while he's here, although I know it's tempting to be prepared "just in case." I'm mostly joking, but believe me, I thought about that too at some point.
I'm taking a break from dating apps for a bit. I should be getting my manuscript back at the end of the month after a developmental edit (I hired a freelancer to go through it for me) so I'll be working on my book for the next few months. I have a feeling there will be many areas which need improvement.
When one is my age, one does think (and, in our case, talk) about death. As you know better than most, it is the sort-of joker in the pack, which can pop up when least expected. Except that now, it is sort-of expected. It's leaning over our shoulders, but who knows, we could have a long time or not. We both want the other to find someone new in the event of our death and have made that very clear, but the idea of lining someone up when he doesn't have any fatal disease was an idea he put forward last week somewhat to my surprise. Incidentally, you will enjoy my post tomorrow about sex and old age (not about me, but about my father).
My father-in-law died in June 2020 (my husband's father). He was 86, and his wife, my husband's step-mother, was 76. Through our local JCC, she found a widow's group in our area that met online because it was still Covid.
Once things opened up, they met in person and do all kinds of activities together: theater, museums, even traveling to Spain for two weeks. She calls them her "besties". I wish I could find a group like she did and do things with other widows in person. It's not as common for women to be widowed in their 50s, and even less so that women in their 50's have school young children. My son was 9 when his dad died.
So, my mother-in-law was interested last year in dating, but didn't have any luck on Match.com. I think it's better to meet someone through friends, or participating in a class together, rather than an app. I'm going to try and motivate myself to take a class in person or just go out more so I come in contact with other people. I say I will try, but with the fall and winter coming up I'm likely to stay home even more.
I'm glad you told me about your post tomorrow. I can't wait to read it!
Just thinking about this, a number of people of my acquaintance found new love via old friends, that is they ran into an old friend of the opposite sex and got along and nature took its course. Does Friends Reunited still exist?
I just entered the dating app situation and I ❤️your words so much!! A lot of laughs. Thank you!! Took me 10 years of widowdom to give in and try it but damn it sucks
Hi Seana, what made you decide to try dating apps after 10 years? I’m curious because you’re right, they do suck, although I have a friend who met her husband on Tinder. That just seems like the exception rather than the rule. Sometimes you just need to laugh at some of the ridiculous stuff people feel is relevant and appropriate to post on a dating site. All that said, I still have hope that there’s another love out there for me. XO 🥰
I guess I decided to try for 2 reasons- my kids are mostly grown so I can focus on my needs more and I’ve found that meeting people in the wild hasn’t been as successful as I’d hoped. My husband and I met in college where everyone is your age and enjoyed hanging out- life is different when you’re 50😊
That makes perfect sense. If nothing else, I felt like setting up coffee dates at least got me out of my apartment. I turned 57 in July and I have to say that men in their 50s+ (in general) do not look as good as women. I know it isn't all about looks, but they don't seem as interested in personal growth. Still, I met my husband on J-Date.com when we were 40 (pre-smart phone apps and swiping technology). First marriage for both of us and it was a good one.
This was good, Amy. You have, um, a nice way with words. And not mince them either 😜. Oh, and I checked out the words to Supernova. Phew 😮. Good luck on your “mission” 🙂
I like moms And teachers and nurses. They tend to have empathy and patience.
I've been in dating apps off and on over the decades, and dated and was in various relationships over the years, including husband and father. Is dating done now?
I'm 78, M looking for F, not really interested in sex, but I am caring, a listener, happy living on my own, like hugs, left of moderate, smart (I'm told) with many interests, a bit of a political junkie, believer in science. And I'm guessing getting picky ;-) Not sure what dating platform fite me now.
Hi Lise! I’m so happy I made you laugh, that really is the highest compliment you could give me. Yes, the lord’s work is difficult, but at least there’s usually a thank you along the way 🥰. Motherhood, not so much. 🙃
Thank you dearest Mesa! The lord’s work is exhausting. I may need to take a nap soon. Yeah, the list. One guy wrote that he once stopped a woman from being raped and I just thought, nope, not even in that context should you use that word on a dating app. Oy!.
Thank you for doing the lord’s work, Amy! I’ve never been on a dating app, but it sounds like someone definitely needs to take out the trash. Two lies and a truth? How about fractions? Half a truth is better than none? Oof.
The lord’s work is never done.🙏
Your book is with an editor? That’s so exciting! Please keep us posted!🎉🎊💕
Hi Mary! How are you doing? I feel like we haven’t connected in ages, but my perception to time is a bit off.
I think the lord has a three day weekend too, so I’m happy to do my part. 🤣. What do they say about the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome? Well, I’m not usually one to give up.
I hired a developmental editor to give me notes on my manuscript. I know it needs work, but I’ve lost perspective. This will give me some actionable steps to take to make it better. I think I will self publish it. I’m pretty good at marketing myself 🥰.
What are you working on now? I see a book in your future. 😍
Amy, I’ve been MIA for days now. I have a lot of things to catch up on, because of the holiday weekend and recovering from a poor weather-related choice. You’re not from Minnesota, so you don’t have to wrestle with the questions that come up when you’re deciding whether or not to go to the State Fair. (Millions of people do. There was an article in the Times yesterday about Governor Walz’ visit last week. He would have attended each day for the entire 12 days but apparently he’s been busy elsewhere.) If you do go, then there’s another decision tree entirely. So now you have a sneak peek at the post I’m working on!
I’ve heard that a developmental editor can really be a godsend. It’s helpful to have someone who can help you get things sorted out. I know that when I’ve worked on large project, I honestly can’t see myself coming or going.
I am working on putting together something for publication. I want to think it through carefully before querying agents. But I’m serious about this.
Dead fish. Yikes. Of course, if the guy was from Minnesota, and it was a decent-sized walleye . . . Just kidding!🥰🤣📏
I mostly just stay in my apartment so a visit to the Minnesota State Fair seems unlikely. I can’t wait to read about it from a safe distance though 😊. I’m happy to hear you are working on something for publication. I look forward to reading everything you write ✍️🥰
Amy, this is the fucking best. When I was on Hinge I was often completely baffled by men’s dating profiles. I’m with you on the politics. Apolitical, conservative, moderate—hard pass. My values are so intricately intertwined with human rights and I’m not willing to welcome any man to my bed who isn’t on the same page 😁
As a married man, I appreciate and applaud your doing the lord's work (lowercase L specially noted).
At 75, I seriously doubt that I will ever be in that "pool" of "unhinged men" again but the beautiful candor of your words will ring clear.
Thank you Larry. Yes, unhinged is an apt word for both the pool of men on the dating apps and the women who have been on them for too long 🤣.
LOL AMY!!!
You ARE really doing work of ANGELS out here.
"where's Waldo" KILLED ME 🤣
When I look a potentials for my sister w her- I LOATHE those group pics!
Thank you for this hilarious overview.
We love you!!!
Thank you so much K 🥰. I was having a rough morning (it’s only 7 am EST) and your comment made me feel much better. I hope you have a wonderful day. XO 😊❤️
What's wrong with "volcano"? Or is this some sex thing I have been here to for oblivious?
That was mostly for comic relief, but I'm sure it's been misused to describe some man's horizontal mambo technique 🤣
BAH ha ha ha ha ha ha. I've been crying all day. Thanks for the giggle.
This is the question I was looking for
Do you know Liz Phair's song Supernova? It's in the lyrics. 🤣
I do! I love Liz Phair. And I know exactly the line you’re talking about. Love it.
No, seriously.
Oh Anne, I'm so sorry you've been having a rough day. I'm glad I could give you a small reprieve. If there's something or someone else you want me to roast, just say the word.
You're doing more than the Lord 😂😂😂 I love sending men unsolicited feedback on Hinge because they piss me off so much!
I thought I was the only one 😂 this made me feel a WHOLE LOT BETTER ❤️
I'm so glad I'm not the only one giving constructive, albeit unsolicited, criticism. Even if a man's grandmother invented Skittles, or Lifesavers, or chocolate, what does that tell me about him as a human being? It's a jungle out there. I'm glad we have each other to lean on 🥰
Oh my gosh, Amy, you make me laugh so hard! This is the best- keep fighting that good fight, lady. Can we also eliminate all photos of men holding up dead fish? PLEASE?
I second the motion to ban dead fish photos! I'm so glad I made you laugh Kendall. Sometimes it's as cathartic as crying. I promise to keep fighting that good fight, with plenty of breaks to catch my breath. 🥰❤️
I absolutely loved listening to this Amy. I am glad you are doing this . I like what Larry said.
Thank you so much Jonathan!
I just got around to your list. I can think of a few more to add, but prefer not to give degens any ideas.
Honestly, after reading this and the comments, if I ever find myself single, I’m going to look for a monastic order that practices absolute silence, and I don’t care if I have no affiliation with the religion. It would be better than joining the ranks of these needy fools.
It is a pretty sad state of affairs.
Lately, I’m seeing a view of men through women’s eyes I have not focused on before and I’m not proud of what I see. It splits me in three different directions: a desire for denial, the hard acceptance of the truth, and humble prayers for forgiveness and grace.
Please remember that you are only responsible for your own actions. My intention in writing about women’s toxic experiences with men is not to shame other men. You are making this about you personally, which is only helpful if you need to course correct your own behavior.
I’m trying to bring awareness about a culture that breeds misogyny and what we can do to change that. I think self reflection is always useful, but getting stuck in shame will keep you from taking action.
This is a systemic problem, it’s not about one man or a group of men. Those are just the ones who got caught. What do we do about a society that devalues women and girls? How to we keep little boys from growing up believing that it’s acceptable to have sex with an unconscious woman?
I’ve proposed one solution which is to teach boys in a way that supports their social, emotional, and cognitive development starting from a very young age. Let’s spread more awareness rather than get stuck in shame. We cannot change the past, so let’s focus on what we can do in the present to create a better future for everyone.
It’s my nature to wonder if I’m doing something wrong and there is a flood of anti white guy stuff lately, which I actually understand is not aimed at me personally and I try to not think of it personally. I also understand that much of it is deserved criticism, although the virtue signaling is strong and self righteous. But I grew up in situation where it was easier to say yes, that’s right, I am guilty, rather than draw out the inevitable. A boy needs a little violence to toughen him up.
Then when I finally escaped all that home and faith community culture, I jumped into the fire of a recently independent African country that went through a long bitter war of independence against a stubborn, belligerent white minority government and the first head of the newly independent state, during his 37 year term in office, hated whites and that was the general attitude among the ruling elite. White man = evil. Even though the people I knew and loved didn’t have a drop of that poison in them, there was a constant drum beat, a leitmotif of hatred, that permeated the country.
For 25 years, I was a mazungu, an infidel (actually kaffir in Arabic, a word used in Southern Africa that is as vile and potent as the American “n” word), a white colonialist, etc.&etc, but never by the ordinary people. It was alway the power elites, but it’s tough to not internalize after drip by drip media torture.
When I finally returned to the US many years later, kind of beaten, probably totally beaten, I discovered it was far cheaper to attend our local university and get student insurance and free student clinic access than Blue Cross insurance for me. So I attended classes and it helped take my mind off being adrift in the world, but I was not aware of the woke revolution bullshit that permeated the campus culture.
One of the classes required that we attend a kind of Red Guard style hate session where some ignorant ass green haired girl went off on how even the word Caucasian meant “something something superior to everyone else”, which, since I was like two months from a three year stint in the Caucasus region, was straight up horseshit, although when I politely added context to the her assertion, I was suddenly the turd in the mansplaining punch bowl.
Then, a few weeks later, there was a huge self-flaggelation event after a gay student was allegedly beaten for being gay while out on his morning run. Everyone was pressured to buy red (!!!) t-shirts that proclaimed “HATE HAS NO PLACE HERE.” Then video footage emerged of the kid beating himself with a board the morning the assault took place. Suddenly all the red t-shirts disappeared.
Even on Substack, where I have finally started to thrive, I’ve had out of the blue shit dumped on me. One 40 something mom’s basement dweller (I could actually see little basement windows behind him in his photo, but no Hot Pocket wrappers) stalked me for days until I finally posted his posts, including the pictures of his mom’s basement, which stopped him. Why did he stalk me? I was guilty of having a white savior complex. I told him he had a huge, white, lard ass complex, which was dumb to say and put me at his level.
So maybe I overreact, take responsibility for things that are not mine, but there is a long history of in my face stuff. Remember the president for life I mentioned above? I was walking into a resort hotel near Victoria Falls when he emerged from the building with his body guards who proceeded to straight arm me backward off the sidewalk until I tripped and fell on my ass. Then they all laughed.
So be patient with me. You made a comment, after I posted about the French bastard, which was like a healing salve. You said the shame was not mine to bear. Healing words. It soothed the bruises and I was grateful.
This is probably too close to counseling session crap that you don’t need to hear, so take it as a story by a brother writer who has struggled to not sink under the weight of a lifetime of being a symbol of something to be hated.
And as you pointed out, little boys need a different kind of approach so they become angry, bitter, violent, misogynistic men. I’ve learned a lot from you about the problem and I am grateful.
Now it’s time to end my pity party and get out into the world. I have a dear friend who has been on the edge lately and I’m trying to help her with some problem projects while also trying to steer her toward professional counseling and a good lawyer to help her with an SSI application. She is a poster child victim of male abuse and debilitating PTSD. Thank god that I know how PTSD feels so that I can respond to her in the ways I found helpful.
Amy, if you get this far, you are a jewel of a person.
Anyone who helps other people to be their better selves is doing the Lord/lord's work, although I have never believed in any God, having been brought up unbaptised and atheist (which is VERY unusual in my generation). I have often wondered what I would do if I wanted to find a man – and I definitely would want to (even my 84 year old husband says I should be lining someone up now for when he is no longer here, although that is a step too far). I would probably be on those apps swiping the wrong way out of incompetence. I had a friend aged 62-63 (a long time ago) who said she was told by a male friend that the secret was for her to say she was 49. She did and immediately met a guy aged 50 or so and they have been together ever since. You sound too nice and interesting to be alone for long, so I am sure you will meet someone well worth your qualities one of these days. Lots of luck.
I love your stories Ann! Enjoy your husband while he's here, although I know it's tempting to be prepared "just in case." I'm mostly joking, but believe me, I thought about that too at some point.
I'm taking a break from dating apps for a bit. I should be getting my manuscript back at the end of the month after a developmental edit (I hired a freelancer to go through it for me) so I'll be working on my book for the next few months. I have a feeling there will be many areas which need improvement.
When one is my age, one does think (and, in our case, talk) about death. As you know better than most, it is the sort-of joker in the pack, which can pop up when least expected. Except that now, it is sort-of expected. It's leaning over our shoulders, but who knows, we could have a long time or not. We both want the other to find someone new in the event of our death and have made that very clear, but the idea of lining someone up when he doesn't have any fatal disease was an idea he put forward last week somewhat to my surprise. Incidentally, you will enjoy my post tomorrow about sex and old age (not about me, but about my father).
My father-in-law died in June 2020 (my husband's father). He was 86, and his wife, my husband's step-mother, was 76. Through our local JCC, she found a widow's group in our area that met online because it was still Covid.
Once things opened up, they met in person and do all kinds of activities together: theater, museums, even traveling to Spain for two weeks. She calls them her "besties". I wish I could find a group like she did and do things with other widows in person. It's not as common for women to be widowed in their 50s, and even less so that women in their 50's have school young children. My son was 9 when his dad died.
So, my mother-in-law was interested last year in dating, but didn't have any luck on Match.com. I think it's better to meet someone through friends, or participating in a class together, rather than an app. I'm going to try and motivate myself to take a class in person or just go out more so I come in contact with other people. I say I will try, but with the fall and winter coming up I'm likely to stay home even more.
I'm glad you told me about your post tomorrow. I can't wait to read it!
Just thinking about this, a number of people of my acquaintance found new love via old friends, that is they ran into an old friend of the opposite sex and got along and nature took its course. Does Friends Reunited still exist?
It shut down in 2016, although I'd never heard of it before. It was big in the UK but not in the US. Sounds like a great idea though.
https://www.bbc.com/news/technology-35343091
Why am l laughing 😝… great work ✅🙏🏼
Thank you Simone! You have to laugh or you'll cry 🤣🥰
I just entered the dating app situation and I ❤️your words so much!! A lot of laughs. Thank you!! Took me 10 years of widowdom to give in and try it but damn it sucks
Hi Seana, what made you decide to try dating apps after 10 years? I’m curious because you’re right, they do suck, although I have a friend who met her husband on Tinder. That just seems like the exception rather than the rule. Sometimes you just need to laugh at some of the ridiculous stuff people feel is relevant and appropriate to post on a dating site. All that said, I still have hope that there’s another love out there for me. XO 🥰
I guess I decided to try for 2 reasons- my kids are mostly grown so I can focus on my needs more and I’ve found that meeting people in the wild hasn’t been as successful as I’d hoped. My husband and I met in college where everyone is your age and enjoyed hanging out- life is different when you’re 50😊
That makes perfect sense. If nothing else, I felt like setting up coffee dates at least got me out of my apartment. I turned 57 in July and I have to say that men in their 50s+ (in general) do not look as good as women. I know it isn't all about looks, but they don't seem as interested in personal growth. Still, I met my husband on J-Date.com when we were 40 (pre-smart phone apps and swiping technology). First marriage for both of us and it was a good one.
This was good, Amy. You have, um, a nice way with words. And not mince them either 😜. Oh, and I checked out the words to Supernova. Phew 😮. Good luck on your “mission” 🙂
Thank you Ken! I call them as I see them, but I think I’m done giving away freebies. 🥰
I like moms And teachers and nurses. They tend to have empathy and patience.
I've been in dating apps off and on over the decades, and dated and was in various relationships over the years, including husband and father. Is dating done now?
I'm 78, M looking for F, not really interested in sex, but I am caring, a listener, happy living on my own, like hugs, left of moderate, smart (I'm told) with many interests, a bit of a political junkie, believer in science. And I'm guessing getting picky ;-) Not sure what dating platform fite me now.
Get together with friends and have each guest bring a friend of the opposite sex. It's a great way to meet new people, each one already vetted.
Good idea, thanks.
Ohhh thank you for this 🤣😂😂
Before I reached the end of your post, I was just thinking « she should be paid for that kind of shit work »!
The lord is tough sometimes!!!!
Hi Lise! I’m so happy I made you laugh, that really is the highest compliment you could give me. Yes, the lord’s work is difficult, but at least there’s usually a thank you along the way 🥰. Motherhood, not so much. 🙃
😁
I’m ☠️ You’re doing better than the lord’s work 🤣 I can’t stop laughing! But also- ew to the list of words that dudes have used!!
Keep up the great work and fighting the fight 🤣
Can’t wait for more ♥️♥️
Thank you dearest Mesa! The lord’s work is exhausting. I may need to take a nap soon. Yeah, the list. One guy wrote that he once stopped a woman from being raped and I just thought, nope, not even in that context should you use that word on a dating app. Oy!.
What a weird thing to brag about on your dating app profile… it does not scream “yes, I’m safe with this man”… 🤦🏻♀️
And this is why I do the work that I do, correcting one dating app profile at a time. 🤣
I tip my hat to you! 🤣😍
Thank you for doing the lord’s work, Amy! I’ve never been on a dating app, but it sounds like someone definitely needs to take out the trash. Two lies and a truth? How about fractions? Half a truth is better than none? Oof.
The lord’s work is never done.🙏
Your book is with an editor? That’s so exciting! Please keep us posted!🎉🎊💕
Hi Mary! How are you doing? I feel like we haven’t connected in ages, but my perception to time is a bit off.
I think the lord has a three day weekend too, so I’m happy to do my part. 🤣. What do they say about the definition of insanity? Doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different outcome? Well, I’m not usually one to give up.
I hired a developmental editor to give me notes on my manuscript. I know it needs work, but I’ve lost perspective. This will give me some actionable steps to take to make it better. I think I will self publish it. I’m pretty good at marketing myself 🥰.
What are you working on now? I see a book in your future. 😍
Amy, I’ve been MIA for days now. I have a lot of things to catch up on, because of the holiday weekend and recovering from a poor weather-related choice. You’re not from Minnesota, so you don’t have to wrestle with the questions that come up when you’re deciding whether or not to go to the State Fair. (Millions of people do. There was an article in the Times yesterday about Governor Walz’ visit last week. He would have attended each day for the entire 12 days but apparently he’s been busy elsewhere.) If you do go, then there’s another decision tree entirely. So now you have a sneak peek at the post I’m working on!
I’ve heard that a developmental editor can really be a godsend. It’s helpful to have someone who can help you get things sorted out. I know that when I’ve worked on large project, I honestly can’t see myself coming or going.
I am working on putting together something for publication. I want to think it through carefully before querying agents. But I’m serious about this.
Dead fish. Yikes. Of course, if the guy was from Minnesota, and it was a decent-sized walleye . . . Just kidding!🥰🤣📏
I mostly just stay in my apartment so a visit to the Minnesota State Fair seems unlikely. I can’t wait to read about it from a safe distance though 😊. I’m happy to hear you are working on something for publication. I look forward to reading everything you write ✍️🥰