The saddest thing I saw this week was a dating advert written by a woman – let’s call her Jane – looking for a man to start a family with.
There was nothing sad about Jane per se: she’s attractive and accomplished in the usual alarming millennial way. Not only does she have a well-paid job in a tech firm, but she climbs, plays the cello, writes plays and is a near-professional baker.
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