Over at Lit Hub, Bridget Read discusses the gender politics of Tinder, the rise of the Single Woman, and how these phenomena have permeated recent nonfiction by women:
It makes sense that independence would be their chosen frontier, the pursuit of solitude their manifest destiny. The ability to be alone has long been the provenance of the brooding male author, Wordsworth loping around the Lake District. Susan Sontag—even Susan Sontag—worried in her journals that it was her fear of loneliness that kept her from doing her best work. Being single, then, remaining unmarried or unattached, has been the rallying cry of feminism for women who are working writers, like Rebecca Traister and Kate Bolick. Or it was, until they weren’t.
