About a month after I moved out of home, I began to collect plastic bags inside a larger plastic bag. It heralded the beginning of adulthood. Adulthood and the slide towards weekends spent in K-Mart looking at jewel-tone water goblets. And using the word "funky" to describe said goblets. (Actually, my pineapple-coloured water goblets are pretty funky.)
The other marker of adulthood was that adults started telling me their opinions of "Young People". When you're a proper "Young Person", no one tells you their opinion of you. Then you get to your 20s and people start tentatively probing you for a reaction to their theories.
"Do you young people care less about things these days?" "Do you all have weird porny sex because of the internet?" "Do you give birth to live young?" The one I hear most often is, "What's the deal with you guys and Tinder? Why are you all just into casual sex now?"
Ah, Tinder. You have a lot to answer for. And not just for all those photos of rampant tigers and steroid abuse.
It is widely acknowledged among the funky goblet group that Tinder is the harbinger of the dating apocalypse. It is proof that young people these days are only interested in meaningless casual sex. And Tinder was largely what brought this change about. Vanity Fair ran an entire feature about this a few months ago, arguing that young people are all using Tinder to chase shallow, transitory and transactional relationships. We expect little, put up with less and spend weekends alone in our bathtubs eating beans out of the can.