I'll Get A Boyfriend When They Are Back in Vogue

A strange and wonderful epidemic is sweeping through my friend group: everyone is suddenly and quite happily single. The frantic pressure to pair up has evaporated, replaced by a collective sigh of relief and a calendar full of plans that don’t require coordinating with a partner. It's not about being unlucky in love; it's a conscious, glorious choice for self-preservation, self-improvement, and pure, unadulterated enjoyment.

The Epidemic of Singlehood (and why it's a blessing)

Boyfriends require a significant investment of my time and emotional bandwidth, which I've decided to allocate elsewhere. Especially in this final year of university, my precious free time is reserved for conquering deadlines, diving into personal projects, and soaking up every moment with my friends. The modern dating scene? Non-existent. It feels like an endless cycle of effort for minimal reward, with "to shag or not to shag" being the only profound question on the table.

Your twenties are for being selfish, for self-discovery, for figuring out who you are without the needs of someone else as well. Don't get me wrong, I'm not locking myself away in a nunnery- dating still offers valuable life lessons, like how to navigate ghosts, assholes, and your own evolving self.

The Vogue Perspective: Embarrassing, Burden, Cliché.

Vogue hit the nail on the head: "having a boyfriend is embarrassing." And honestly, sometimes it feels like a burden, a cliché that actively detracts from the vibrant, independent identity we're all striving to build. For a generation obsessed with careers, travel, and personal growth, the old narrative of "find a partner" feels stale, secondary, and frankly, a bit dated. And the freedom is unparalleled. Making every decision based solely on what's best for you. Want to spontaneously book a trip? Go for it. No one's stopping you!

This isn't a permanent protest against love. It's a protest against the current state of dating, against the imbalance of emotional labour, and the lacklustre energy exchange that so often comes with it. I'm just saying that right now, boyfriends are last season. And when they eventually come back in style, when the commitment is better, the emotional labour is more balanced, and the energy exchange is actually worth it, then maybe I'll have to rewrite this post. Until Vogue says otherwise, my single status is a proud choice. 

Love, Aria 

XO