Compatibility or Convenience?
Here exists all kinds. As if New York was left laying around and God accidentally sat on it, Los Angeles is some kind of spread mess where every Starbucks is full with writers and actors just moments away from their big break. But while we’ve all come for our own reasons most stay as the manager of a bank or a software salesperson or the over heated baristas who fuel those dreamers oft complaining of too much AC on a rarely cloudy day. Whoever you are, you’re hard pressed for community and to find someone who shares your interests and ideals is an increasingly complex challenge.
While more of us turn to the pool of swipe-able faces and consequently sculpt the curves of our perfect match in our own minds we never stop hoping an organic “meet cute” is around the corner. But these apps and algorithms lean less and less on the things that we know make relationships work and more on data that place the dashing dog-lover near the puggle’s sexy parent. This begs the query what matters more? In a time before massive metropoli a perfect match by today’s standards was unrealistic. The community values of times past might have ensured the girl next door be more than a type but actually someone with which I relate, today she might only share a common love of froyo.
Though I’m certain white coated scientists are hard at work evaluating our millennial culture’s tendency to destroy their own relationships, the stats won’t be in until it’s too late to apply their warning. What we do know is the generation previous has achieved a divorce rate with ample room for improvement long before the internet melted away our ability to make eye contact. What does it all mean? From historically simple and intimate societies with relatively stable marriages we’ve seen new density drive our parents apart. Perhaps the convenience of the nearby now guided by information amassed with or without our knowledge could lead us into the successful bonds of lore.