Ghosted, Buster

A few right-of-center blogs are having a field day with a certain Ms. Aimee Lutkin and her borderline heartbreaking story entitled "When Can I Say I'll Be Alone Forever?" Ms. Lutkin, a writer for Jezebel, has openly and honestly spoken about her inability to find love or even consistency in a relationship. In the above-linked article, she writes that

It’s your life, and a life that confuses and depresses people... I wanted to cry at that dinner table, because keeping up the farce that I’m still waiting means staying still. It means diminishing the life I do lead, which is a good one. I’ll never be free to say that I’m alone forever, only that I’m in a holding pattern until real life begins.

The alt-right take on her predicament is obvious: a not-terribly-attractive woman "rides the carousel" until the music stops and then she has to face the consequences of her decisions. The feminist take is equally predictable: she's a strong woman who "used men for sex" and just needs to get back in the habit of dating so she can be fulfilled again. The question of whether or not "casual dating" is fulfilling for a woman as she heads towards her fifties and sixties is never asked, because it's irrelevant to young feminists and terrifying to old ones.

So far, none of this is terribly interesting. Here's what is interesting: what she did to try to fix her loneliness problem, and why it failed to work.