A guy named Evan Ross Katz just wrote the internet's umpteenth blog post about Grindr and what it all means and how many times he's deleted it and downloaded it again. Now, we're taking this with a grain of salt because a) it was written by a twentysomething guy in New York who doesn't sound like he knows what the hell he wants, and b) we know someone who totally fell in love and is really happy now because of Grindr. But, of course, that latter case is pretty goddamn rare. And if we lived in New York and not in S.F., we'd also probably be even more tempted by Grindr because there are SO MANY MORE HOT MEN THERE, and temptation is not something we do well with. Case in point, this guy says that Grindr is "a meat market, and fine, I'll take it, but we're talking foie gras and caviar, not a Sonic burger (that would be Manhunt)." Alas, in cities beside New York, it is more like Arby's and the occasional Red Lobster entree, and the guys on Scruff are actually hotter, but we digress.
He says he has vascillated about whether the app actually renders us all "more loveless," and makes cynics of us all. But there is, of course, the opposite view, and he's quick to take that too. "Grindr did something to me that I'll never be able to undo: It lifted the veil on those actually around me. It dangled before me everyone I could be meeting and the opportunities I could be creating." Right. It's a wonder, no doubt. But also, it's just too much goddamn possibility every day, like New York itself, and just like an overlong restaurant menu, and we concur when he writes, "A personality like mine does not handle something like this well."