2025 and Single In The Porn Generation
When someone can watch porn for free for twenty years and then act confused about why their dick doesn’t work in real life, we’ve officially broken something fundamental about how humans connect.
I’m watching an entire generation perfect the art of emotional blue balls. We orbit each other like satellites. Close enough to see what you had for lunch, far enough to avoid any actual gravitational pull that might require showing up on a Tuesday.
Rachel Drucker nailed it in her Modern Love column when she wrote about “directionless orbiting” that thing so many people mistake for connection. The perpetual maybe. The emoji check-ins. The casual “seeing where it goes” without ever going anywhere.
Here’s what’s really happening: