Hilary Clinton Did Not Lose The Election Because She Is A Woman

On Tuesday, Hillary Clinton lost her second bid to become the President of the United States. She has had a long spanning political career and undoubtedly had the most political experience for the job on offer. However her main opponent, Donald Trump, a business man and reality TV star, won the hard fought race and the coveted prize: leadership of the land of the free. He is now the 45^th President of the USA, along with being the 45^th man in the position and the 44^th white man.

Hillary’s campaign was often based on the fact that she was a woman, and if elected, she would be the first female president of the USA, a historical achievement. #ImWithHer was the hashtag used to show support for Hillary on social media. Female celebrities including Lena Dunham, Miley Cyrus and Beyoncé declared their support for her, continuously highlighting the fact that it was time for a female leader in the country.  Beyoncé called on support and votes for Hillary so young girls and boys, like her own daughter, could look up to Hillary and inspire to be such a dignified leader when they grew up. Indeed, our history books have long been missing significant female figures who have helped to shape the world along with their male counterparts.

Since Trump’s victory, there have been people insisting that Hillary lost because she is a woman and that misogynistic, white men have rallied by Trump and voted against her because they would hate to see a woman in such a powerful position. This is not a farfetched accusation. Women are only at the beginning of their time in history as leaders of the world. Not so long ago, a woman’s place was in the kitchen and at home minding the children. Men have never been held back in the same way that women have been, and yes, in the western world we are beginning to move forward to be more inclusive and encouraging of women in their career paths, but there is still a great distance to travel until we reach equality.

I have absolutely no doubt that there are people out there who would not vote for a woman simply because of her gender. She could have a degree in nuclear science and be up against a man who got an A1 in Junior Cert Science, and there are those out there who would consider whether her mood swings during her time of the month would affect her work in comparison to her male counterpart. There are plenty of people out there who will be little women and fear that they would be too emotional for a high intensity job such as the President. However, I have do not think that Hillary lost her bid for the Presidency due to being a woman. This is not such a black and white issue as something like that.

Let’s discuss political dynasties.  Hillary Clinton is married to Bill Clinton who served two terms in office as POTUS. George Bush served two terms and his father George W.H. Bush, served one term as POTUS. George’s brother, Jeb, is involved in politics and was a potential Republican presidential candidate. Let’s not forget the Kennedy family who were prominently and still are involved in politics in America. These people are all a part of the elite in American politics.

Elitism in politics is nothing new or unique to America. However, it’s a little ironic that in the land of the free and a democratic ‘haven’, you need to have connections or a lot of money to move up the ranks. Donors will give politicians money on condition that they will support their interests (oil, dairy, pharmaceuticals) whilst in office and a position of power, essentially bribing them. Trump, whilst not a part of the political elite, used his money, fame and outlandish personality to his advantage and therefore received much more attention from the media than any other outside candidates.

The system is wrong and needs to be upheaved and reconstructed to be fairer and more inclusive. Ultimately Hillary was the more qualified candidate, but not as many people could look at her and see real change taking place during her presidency. Trump’s victory was due to the fact that he could appeal to a section of voters who were misogynistic, racist, homophobic and generally deplorable. He could also appeal to ‘regular’, sort of sound people who were simply tired of the establishment in politics. They are disillusioned and saw Trump as someone who was a somewhat successful businessman and who wouldn’t make the same bullshit promises that politicians usually do (he obviously will do this). He is their wild card and an opportunity for ‘real change’.

Hillary could never have made this connection with this kind of voter. She would not lower herself to sewer levels of those who condoned Trump’s predatory behaviour or his racist and deplorable comments about other races and cultures. Hillary lost for many reasons. She is part of what could be likened to a Royal Family or Monarchy.  An establishment of elites whose policies are often based on the interests and desires of the donors who fund their career paths. She did not lose because she is a woman.

I really think people need to pull themselves together when it comes to politics. This shit is going on right under our own noses in Ireland and we take it like a blast in the ass when it happens in America but kind of shrug it off at home. We are inclined to vote for people because they seem ‘sound’ or because our parents are voting for them. It’s not often you see anyone looking into a candidates record and researching whether they would be the right candidate to improve the condition of the country. For me, the Healy Rae’s epitomise the stupidity of Irish politics. They are continuously elected and yet declare that Climate Change doesn’t exist because ‘God above is in charge of the weather, and we here cannot do anything about it’. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oeiEO6rv97s

On a more serious note, the politicians of the world are meant to serve the people of their country or constituency. They are not there to be sound and be likeable. They need to implement changes to make life easier and better for the citizens of the world. Trump cannot, and I assure you, will not continue to spout any shit about building walls. He took advantage of his audience and told them whatever extremes they wanted to hear to become president, and it worked. Male or female, politics is not for the faint hearted do gooders. It involves manipulation, promises and lies. Maybe Trump will be a great politician after all!

Rape Culture Does Exist

The phrase “rape culture” has become increasingly popular of late. When people think of the word “culture” we imagine benign things such as customs and traditions of a country or group of people. It is not something we associate with something as disgusting and violent as rape or sexual assault. Surely, there is no such thing as a culture of rape.

Last night I, along with many others watched Louise O’Neill’s documentary “Asking for it”, which examined the presence of a rape culture in Ireland. The documentary pointed out various failings in teaching men and women the seriousness of consent, both in school and at home. Sexual education in Ireland has been laughable and as a nation, we’re not very comfortable even saying the words vagina and penis without getting squeamish. It is fair to say that most of us have been left to figure it all out for ourselves. Or with the help of this video which was actually shown to us in around 2002 in primary school: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cxgXWHo9jvI

Back in the real world, porn has become more accessible and popular with the growth of the internet. Thankfully, Asking For It did not blindly categorise porn as morally wrong. Instead it focused on how it was wrong for people to learn about sex and consent through the medium of porn, a fantasy essentially. Videos in which no one says no, and which are generally not reflective of real life sexual encounters (pizza delivery, fake taxi etc.) are not a great introduction to the reality of sex.

The problem with the culture in Ireland, and indeed the world, is that when women admit they watch porn or they are actively sexually active, they are met with raised eyebrows and uncomfortable reactions, whereas men are actually expected to watch porn daily and are often scorned at for not doing so. How does this create a rape culture you ask?

Growing up without proper sexual education and learning about sex through the internet leads to this line of thinking: Women are meant to be sexy but not sexual. They are objects who do not have needs or emotions. They can be coerced into sex even after they have said no and they will then proceed to enjoy being penetrated in over 20 different positions until he ejaculates all over her face.

To be clear, not all men are rapists and sexual predators just because they do not receive a sufficient sex education in school. The issue is that a culture develops where excuses are made to protect the rapists and not the victims. Sentences like “Ah he was just drunk he didn’t mean it” and “Ah, she loves the ride anyways” are used to excuse a rapist’s actions.

Brock Turner was hailed as a great athlete and no one delved into his past experiences with women, but the woman in the Ched Evans case had her sexual history used as evidence against her in court. Does enjoying sex make it OK for you to be raped? Does having one night stands when you are drunk make it OK for a guy to continue to have sex with you even when you cannot speak?

You would not believe all of the cases of sexual assault and rape I have heard. Close friends and strangers alike. Myself even. In one instance, I woke up in the middle of the night, after a night out, to find a guy I had never met pushing himself up against my back, breathing heavily, with his hands in my knickers. I was wearing big fluffy pyjamas from Penney’s, not that it matters, but that irritated me afterwards, I was not even in some scantily clad state where he could not resist. Again, this is just the ridiculous logic of your thinking when this happens. His friend, who had been back in our house with someone else, thought it would be a good idea for him to go into my room and sleep next to an unconscious me, because “she loves the ride”. I had never met him before in my life.

The worst part of a rape culture are the enablers of it. The guys and girls who have heard all of the stories about what a certain guy has done to several girls and to continue to portray them as some sort of legend extraordinaire. It is pathetic. That is a rape culture. You are afraid to press charges because it’s your word against his. It’s your slutty past next to his gleaming record. He may be innocent until proven guilty but you are the liar before proven honest.  

The Burkini: Modesty or Degradation?

Following an increased spate of terrorist attacks in France, authorities have cited that public concern is behind the banning of burkinis. A burkini essentially covers the body as much as a wetsuit, with a burqa attached to cover the head. It is worn by women, the majority of whom are Muslim, who choose to wear the burkini as a form of modesty whilst at the beach.

The bylaws in Nice do not specifically prohibit the burkini. Instead, they refer only to vaguely defined “proper attire.” “Access to public beaches is forbidden to ‘any person not properly dressed, respectful of morality and secularism, respecting the rules of hygiene and safety,’”.

Since them implementation of these bylaws, photographs have emerged of armed French police confronting a woman on a beach and making her remove some of her clothing. In another incident, a woman, wearing a burkini, was fined and issued a ticket which stated she was not wearing “an outfit respecting good morals and secularism”.

My initial reaction to seeing women in burqa is always unease. I cannot help but feel as though it is degrading and ridiculous that a woman should have to cover herself from head to toe to identify as a modest and devout Muslim. I always think of the preposterous idea that someone would expect me to wear this claustrophobic mask and to walk behind my significant other, as a mark of respect to him as a man. Obviously if you know me my response would be “you can fuck right off”, if anyone ever suggested this becoming a reality for me.

In 2010, France made it illegal for anyone to cover their face in public spaces. It was criticised for targeting Muslim women, who often wear a burqa, which covers the head and the body, and a niqab, which leaves only the woman’s eyes visible. I specifically mention a woman’s eyes because Muslim men do not wear burqas or a niqab. Again, my reaction was one of acceptance. France is a secular country that has every right to insist that people are easily identifiable in public spaces, as this law also targets the wearing of balaclavas and hoods.

The “when in Rome” argument intrigued me the most. For example, if you are in Saudi Arabia on your annual sun holiday (!), you would most certainly not be parading yourself through the streets in a skimpy River Island leopard print bikini. Whilst you may dislike the dress codes of certain countries and monuments, you still abide by the rules in order to avoid conflict with authorities. In other words, if we abide by your rules and societal norms, you should abide by ours.

Alas, following learning about the burkini ban, and its harsh implementation by authorities in France, I am truly appalled at where we are as a society. The women wearing a burkinis on the beach, whilst with their families and young children, are not the same people who have terrorised France and other countries recently. These women are the same as the women who choose to wear one pieces, or bikinis, or even the women who go topless to avoid tan lines.

The important word here is ‘choice’. Who am I to tell a woman that she is degrading herself by covering herself completely? Similarly, who is she to say that I am degrading myself by choosing to expose my skin to other beach goers? Let’s imagine a Catholic nun, dressed in a habit, is on the same beach as a burkini clad woman, who will get told to strip off to adhere to “respecting good morals and secularism” first?

We are all terrified of terrorists. Isis is succeeding in their aim to have the Western world isolate more and more Muslims and in turn, increase the number of those becoming radicalised through anger and distress.

To conclude, I came across this comment on the situation, that I feel sums up how I feel.

“When, as happened recently in France, an attempt is made to coerce women out of the burqa rather than creating a situation in which a woman can choose what she wishes to do, it’s not about liberating her, but about unclothing her. It becomes an act of humiliation and cultural imperialism. It’s not about the burqa. It’s about the coercion. Coercing a woman out of a burqa is as bad as coercing her into one.” – Arundhati Roy.

Healthy-ish Banana Muffins

Healthy –ish Banana Muffins

Long time as per, I know I’m shit at blogging, like everything else lol. Anyhoo I’ll try to at least blog a few of the food creations I come up with.

Anytime we have bananas that ripe (spotted), or verging on the over ripe (nearly all brown) I make banana bread because I think wasting food is a horrific thing to do. Today I decide to spice things  up and make muffins in order to trick my family into eating them. They actually turned out delicious and aren’t THAT bad for you, so whatever, go live a little and bake these bad boys and pretend your skinny like me.

Ingredients

Wet Ingredients

75g Melted Butter

2 beaten eggs

1 tsp vanilla essence

125 ml whole milk (or any type of milk)

3 well mashed  bananas

A daycent squeeze of honey

Dry ingredients

125g self raising flour

125g whole meal flour

1 tsp of bread soda

Pinch of salt

½ tsp of nutmeg

½ tsp of cinnamon (OPTIONAL, I FUCKING HATE CINNAMON)

60g sugar

15 chopped blanched almonds

Decoration

1 banana

Pinhead oatmeal

    1. Preheat your oven to 190 degrees

2. Weigh out all the dry ingredients and sift them into a bowl (the wholemeal flour wont sift through fully so just through what is left in the sieve into the bowl after.

3. Beat your eggs and mash the 3 bananas well. Mix all of the wet ingredients together.

4. Create a well in the bowl with all of the dry ingredients and slowly mix the wet ingredients in with a fork until it’s a thick gloopy texture.

5. Grease the muffin tins with butter/coconut oil/olive oil (I used olive oil) and pour the mixture into them. Sprinkle the pinhead oatmeal, drizzle on some honey and top all of them with a slice of banana.

6.Bake for 20-25 mins and allow to cool for 5 to 10 mins when you take them out. The easiest way to take them out is to cut around the edges with a knife and scoop them out with a tea spoon.

Enjoy hunz xx

    

Things that piss me off

I have come to the conclusion recently that all of us, including my good self, are perpetually offended by everything. The world is growing more and more politically correct and whilst in some ways I thoroughly embrace some of these PC expectations, I feel that this constant need to not offend people tends to zap the fun out of life. Trigger warnings are the latest new-age phenomenon, and I am not trying to take away from any trauma anyone has suffered in life, but it’s getting to a stage where we’re all walking on egg shells, afraid that if we mention certain words or laugh at an inappropriate joke that someone will spontaneously combust with upset and distress.

I recently started following the author Louise O’Neill on Facebook who’s an Irish author who wrote two excellent books on misogynistic culture. I normally tend to agree with the points she makes on her Facebook page (although they can come across very strongly sometimes, alas each to their own) however, she recently posted the following image with the caption:

“What the actual fuck, Forever21?”

I stared at the image for ages (I was procrastinating in the library, of course) and honestly could not for the life of me understand what was wrong with it. I scrolled through the comments to see other highly offended individual’s comments and even after discussing it with a friend; I still couldn’t see why anyone could be that offended by the quote on the t-shirt. I left the following comment:

“There are genuine things to be offended and appalled by but I really don’t think this qualifies as one of them. I read it as be comfortable with saying no to something you don't want to do.”

Is it just me or does these perpetually offended attitudes take away from the cause of being offended by things that are genuinely offensive? When something truly is abhorrent and you mention it, people are much quicker to jump down your throat accusing you of being a whiny feminist who hates men (that’s me J ) because people are spending their time giving out about things that aren’t serious in the grand scheme of things.

At the end of the day, I just think that a t-shirt with a shitey slogan like that (if you wear that t-shorts with slogans on them, I’m not going to associate with you full stop.) is not going to provoke anyone to have non consensual sex with someone. There are many other things happening daily that will take care of that aspect of things perfectly.

ANYWAYS, seeing as we’re all so offended, I’ve made a list of things that REALLY piss me off and are perfectly ok to be offended by:

1. Sharing fake competitions on Facebook.

This truly makes me question the intelligence levels of people I know as well as deepening my fear for the future of humanity.

My first point is who the fuck gets a kick out of creating these fake Instagram and Facebook pages for Ryan air and Emirates?

Secondly, who is actually dumb enough (I know who you are) to believe that:

a) Ryan air is giving away ‘round the world’ flights when they don’t even sell flights to America?

And

b) That Ryan air would give anything away for free?

2. Motivational Posters/Quotes

Most motivational posts that people ‘live their lives by’ are as about as deep as a puddle of piss. If you need to follow some overly hyped yank who’s stuffed to the gills with steroids and Prozac to tell you that all you need to do is ‘live, laugh and love’ to get through this life, then you need to see a therapist.

Fun fact: Any guy who has a cringe quote like that on their Tinder gets an instant swipe left.

3. Sending a Snapchat AND putting it on your story

This actually makes me shake with anger. I can’t even discuss it any further because I really cannot comprehend why the fuck you would think it’s necessary to send me a Snapchat of your ham sandwich and then put it on your fucking story too so I have to see it TWICE.

4. The following words:

Brekkie, nom, veggies.

If English is your first language can you learn to fucking speak and write it coherently.

5. Trying to write the word ‘fucking’ on my iPhone.

Autocorrect tries to get a great laugh out of me by autocorrecting my most used word to the following:

FUCKNIG

Fuvcking

FUCKIMG

6. Couples who have cringe nicknames for each other

What reminded me of my hatred for this phenomenon was when I recently watched a Tanya Burr vlog by accident and she kept calling her husband ‘bubs’. Between that and her fake baby voice I nearly self combusted myself.

Reasons Why I Swipe Left on Tinder

Reasons why I swipe left on Tinder

Still on my quest to find the man of my dreams I have once again placed my trust in Tinder. In case you have been living under a rock for some time, allow me to briefly explain the basic concept behind the app. You create a profile which is connected to your Facebook, which allows for you to see if you have any friends or interests in common with other Tinder users. You then select a maximum of six photos to essentially sell yourself with and you also have the option of writing a brief biography. After you decide who you’re interested in (males, females or a bit of both) Tinder will then release your profile for others to see, displaying your first name, your age, the six photos and your bio. Essentially Tinder allows you to potentially find your soul mate by simply swiping right if you like someone and to discreetly pass by swiping left on their profile.

In case you think I'm being too harsh in this, feel free to laugh at my own Tinder profile: 

With that system in mind, I will now reveal what makes me swipe left, or in other words, me saying “no fucking way”.

1.       When the following sentences are used in a person’s bio:

“I love my music”/ “I love music”

“I love watchen movies”

“Up for a laugh”/ “Up for the crack”

To begin with, can I ask whether there are genuinely people out there who DO NOT like music? Yes, everyone has their own tastes but generally it’s accepted that people enjoy music. This does not make you unique or entice me to know more about you.

I hope it is clear at this point that any spelling mistakes are deliberate and necessary to illustrate my points.  Anyways, if you love ‘watchen’ movies so much, then at least learn how to spell the verb watching.

If you have to tell someone that you are the type of person who likes to have fun and laugh, then I am in no way interested in having said ‘laugh’  with you. This feeling is heightened especially so when people cannot differentiate between ‘crack’ and ‘craic’.

2.       Unable to spell

If you cannot differentiate between the following:

They’re/ their/ there

Your/you’re

You are stupid and I hate you.

3.      Travellers

There is no need to contact Pavee Point, I’m not referring to the same travellers you’re thinking of. These guys are from America, Australia and other places around the world and are looking for someone to ‘show them around’ or someone to ‘go for drinks with’ or in other words, ‘someone to sit on my dick for the two days I’m here’.

Bye, Felipe.

Photos can be the most off putting part of someone’s entire profile. I feel like your first photo is similar to a prostitute’s window in the Red Light District, if you don’t catch someone’s eye straight away they’re going to keep walking. Which leads me to the following:

4.      More than two group photos

This is not Where’s Wally. If you have more than two group photos of you and 500 other people, you’ve lost me. I am a woman with very little patience, and unless you and all of your friends are extremely good looking, I am not spending my time deciphering which one you are.

5.       Photos with a baby or a car 

Unless you specifically say in your bio that you did not help to reproduce that baby then I am going to assume it is yours and run for the hills/swipe left. I can barely make sure that my jumper is not on inside out in the morning, never mind helping mind a baby that I did not make. Sorry.

If one of your photos is of you and your car, OR WORSE, of just your car, then you need to really question what you are doing with your life. If you think a girl is going to find you sexy because you drive a red Honda Civic then you might be from Carraroe. Other than that, I am genuinely flummoxed when people use their car in their profile photos and I will surely be swiping left.

6.       Not wearing a top in one of your photos

ESPECIALLY when you also have your pants pulled down, so dangerously low, that I’m left wondering if you had the opportunity to whip your wang out to show off its muscle definition/pump, would you even hesitate? Honestly, I love a good ‘gym rat’ body as much as the next girl, but you are only coming across as self-absorbed when you’re half naked and tensing so hard that you might shit yourself at any moment.

So now you know how NOT to impress me on Tinder. Go forth and create a profile that I will swipe right to and maybe we’ll fall madly in love and be a perfect couple forever.

Good night, Irene

My Online Dating Experience

Following a year long hiatus from my blog I’ve decided to do something productive with my existence during my spare time, other than drink and watch Netflix, and at least TRY to blog once and a while. I felt that there was no better way to jump back into the blogging world, than with a blog post which reveals how my desperations levels are sky rocketing as of late. I have shamelessly joined various dating apps in order to increase my chances in finding a husband and of course I’m willing to share my experience of these apps with you.*

[* Now I will warn you that I may come across as being shallow in this blog, however I believe that if you’re on one of these sites, being shallow is a given as you are judging people superficially on their basic information and a few photos. So if you’re thinking “why the fuck does this fat bitch think she’s a Victoria’s Secret model?” don’t worry, I certainly do not have such an unbearably high opinion of myself, but I do have (some) standards. ]

Up until the recent emergence of Tinder, online dating was viewed as a shady, catfish infested world where people who couldn’t even get the shift on a night out congregated in search of their soul mate. Now you could easily download an app which connected with your basic Facebook details and alas, you were on your way to finding ‘the one’. Tinder is extremely popular amongst younger people, which helped with ‘normalising’ the whole dating website stigma. Over 50 million people are using Tinder and at first I really enjoyed using it too. However after some time I felt as though that it was more so an ego boost app where you could maybe organise some casual sex, but nothing serious. Out of the 280 matches I’ve made on Tinder I have probably only conversed with around 20 guys seriously and have only met two in person. Often, I found that people were using Tinder to establish who thought they were hot but in the case of actually seeing the person in public, they’d look the other way. Some people I know often deleted the app and restarted their account again, just to see if anyone new would have liked them. Therefore my original high opinion of Tinder has diminished as of late and I have now moved on to greener pastures (OR SO I THOUGHT). On the advice of a friend, who told me that these other apps were much more successful as regards to going on dates, I joined OkCupid and subsequently Plenty of Fish (PoF)

What to expect:

Both apps are quite similar in their set up. Unlike Tinder, you fill out your own information such as your age, body type, height, interests, who you’re interested in meeting and so forth. You can complete so called ‘chemistry tests’ which delve into more ‘personal’ questions such as ‘Are you attracted to dangerous situations?’ or ‘Are you disgusted by the extremely obese?’ or my personal favourite ‘Are carbohydrates something you think about?’, to which I obviously answered yes because I like to fantasise about all the carbs all of the time.

Unlike Tinder, both POF and OkCupid allow anyone who is interested in you to contact you. So as a young, mildly attractive female, you can expect to be inundated with messages from guys who you would certainly would never dream of ‘swiping right’ to on Tinder. This can actually be quite overwhelming at first as on OkCupid it emailed me anytime someone visited my profile (I learned how to turn that notification system off quite quickly). What I found irritating and somewhat concerning were the guys messaging me who had no photos of themselves on the site, or worse, the guys who had photos of themselves with no tops on and their faces cropped out. I cannot see the point in having a conversation with someone on one of these apps when I had no clue what they looked like and the whole secrecy over what they looked like did them no favours in the “el creepo shady department”. I filled out my ‘About me’ section as follows:

Not interested in anyone under the age of 22. If you have your top off or your car in your photos I will be inclined to wonder if you are trying to compensate for other areas. Interested in dates and maybe taking things further of they’re successful.

Anyhoo, as it is a dating site I did expect the usual el freakos and the cringe worthy chat up lines, but HOLY FUCK was I naive about how vile some people truly are. Now to give some context here, I do mention ‘Bye Felipe’ in conversation with a creepo in one of the following photos. This is from this Instagram account I stumbled upon some time ago, where they upload screenshots of dating app conversations that girls have had with less than pleasant individuals.

You can check out that page here: https://instagram.com/byefelipe/

Secondly, I am by no means a prude. However, the way some of these guys approached a conversation with me was truly stunning. I really am concerned over how any of these creatures expect to actually find a girl on these apps with some of their opening lines and more importantly, some of their incessant need to continually harass me when I have clearly shown no interest and have not responded. 

Alas, my dear friends, feast your eyes upon the screenshots of my online dating adventure:

I enjoy how he blocks out some of the letters from the word 'cock', as though it makes it less rude.

Now that is an excellent way to start a conversation

IMAGINE joining a dating website to increase the number of your Facebook friends?

I'm holding out hope that he was just trolling me 

One of my profile photos is of me and my friend Meghan and I suppose he thought he had a good chance with her by suggesting to me that he would put his semen on her.

Self praise is no praise at all

Plenty of Fish was a little less chock a block with weirdos, however there were some gems worth screenshotting:

Please refer to my previous blog post on slut shaming for why I would be infuriated by this

Dealing with rejection is not obviously a strong point of his.

 

                                                  He genuinely gave me the shivers 

Don't people tend to 'Perv on the local talent' through Facebook stalking?

So what is my verdict? Whilst this post will seem overwhelmingly negative because I am only focusing on the degenerates on these sites, I would actually recommend using them. Personally, I think Plenty of Fish had more people in my age range and more 'normal' seeming people. If you are genuinely interested in meeting people to go on dates with I beleive the chances are much higher when using these, than on a night out or using Tinder. You have nothing to lose by downloading the app and having a look, and who knows, you may just find the love of your life!

Goodnight Irene