26-year-old writer in chicago wondering what function other than pretension this serves that ok cupid does not. At least there isn’t a picture requirement. I’m wretched. I have books. I engineer social and personal disasters. I’m loud and often wacky. I can offer you drugs. I dress like a shithead. I cultivate a personal aesthetic. I will talk about critical theory pretending to understand while you pretend to understand. I want to be understood. I can dunk.