You’ve got dick mail!
I’d like to begin this article by shaking off that dick of a headline. Yes, I wrote it, but I dislike it immensely and also… tinder made me do it. Whenever I feel disillusioned with romance (or indeed life) I’ll turn to Brontë:
‘He shall never know that I love him: and that, not because he’s handsome but because he’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same’.
Yep, I quoted Wuthering Heights of a Monday and I’m not even sorry. In my defence, I’m attempting to inject some romance into our lives, perhaps it’s due to the fact that I had to re-write the ‘dick’ headline five times as it kept making me shudder, or perhaps I’m just a bit of a dick too… who knows?
Let me give you some ‘dick’ context, the headline question was not posed to me. I’m no longer on dating apps, but I’ve had enough member related sizing queries to last me a lifetime.
However poorly constructed, the question is valid, and we all have an answer, but the simple fact remains: ‘IT’S NONE OF YOUR DAMN BUSINESS WHAT SIZE DICK I LIKE’.
On this week’s episode of Girls With Goals we’re joined by the newly crowned Rose Of Tralee Kirsten Mate Maher. We’re chatting about how her life has changed since winning the title (6:13), how frustrating it is to be called old fashioned (16:19) and we also dive into the murky world of online dating (we’re getting to the big dick, promise).
Our beauty editor Rebecca O’Keeffe, who not so long ago coined the phrase ‘chronically single‘, joins us with all the latest pick-up lines from the world of Tinder. As a self-confessed ‘app deleter’ Rebecca frequently finds herself riding the romantic merry-go-round of online dating before freaking out, deleting the whole thing and rocking back and forth in the dark (I’d imagine).
This is where the ‘big dick’ enters (apologies), if you want to hear how all her dreams were quashed listen in to this grim re-telling of two star-crossed Disney lovers who never stood a chance (26:31).
This epic tale involves, but is not limited to… dicks, a Rose, a mortified boyfriend, a festival director and much more.
Emily Brontë can keep her moors, if romance is dead in these modern times at least it’s bloody hilarious.
