Having made her triumphant return to the dating app Tinder (don't ask), co-editor Evan Robins lists her many grievances with this terrible but monolithic dating app, and using this as a means to frame our tendency to tailor our personalities on different platforms, and how one particular streaming service seeks to reinforce exactly that.

Having been employed in customer service for roughly a third of my life, I feel as though I’m accustomed to the little acts of phoniness that come with the line of work. I can put on a cheery affectation with exaggerated inflections to feign abundant enthusiasm for new products. I can maintain a bright-eyed yet gentle smile while a 74 year old woman berates me about how shitty our app is. When an item doesn’t scan and the customer asks if that means it’s free, I can even conjure a chuckle.‍In short, I know how to wear the mask.‍