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Famous lovers have always left their own kinds of romantic paper trail. James Joyce's strange and vivid paeans to his farting missus Nora and her "rank red cunt," Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton's Hollywood tearjerkers. It used to be the way that these correspondences were littered with powerful proclamations of deep feeling and longing; they were the sort of legacy you'd want to leave behind as a human being, an emotional epitaph, evidence of your sensitivity, proof of soul. What you probably wouldn't want is emoji-spattered screenshots of you saying you want to plunge your knob into someone or suffocate them with something being uploaded to Tumblr by some indiscreet conquest.You can see the benefits. A verification tick on Tinder is practically a license to fuck anyone you want. But if there's one thing we've learned from the last decade of lives scarred by sex tapes, fappening leaks, and dodgy photoshops, it's that people online do not want to see you succeed. They want to see you with a dick in your mouth. They want to laugh, to point, to pity. Having a verified Tinder account is basically saying, "Hey, you can exploit my animalistic desire for coitus by giving the public an unfiltered view of my private encounters! I'm fair game and now this cool blue tick means there's no ambiguity as to who I am!"If you're a star or starlet, do yourself a favor: just get with one of your many, many groupies. At least that way they might love you enough not to ruin your life after you escape with a headache and heartburn.Follow Joe on Twitter.Read: I Spent a Week Undercover in a Pro-Anorexia WhatsApp Group