SEX FILES: Dating during the best of times, the worst of times
By the time you read this, I’ll have turned 40 for the second time. I say “for the second time” not because I’m ashamed of my age — if life is a party, I’m just happy I got the invite for another year — but because, in many ways, 2021 has felt like an ill-conceived reboot that no one asked for. To put it in TV terms (a.k.a. the lens in which I view nearly everything), after weathering the utter dumpster fire of 2020, we wanted the present-day version of Queer Eye (Jonathan Van Ness joyfully tossing his Jesus locks! Hot people making guacamole!) but instead were served the 2018 version of Roseanne, a show that at best pales to the original and at worst, just makes us feel uncomfortable.
