I have strictly instructed my family, including my wife, that if I ever develop alzheimers I want to be euthanized. If I am sufficiently lucid at the point of diagnosis I will have no problem overdosing on something and going out in peace.
I’ll admit it’s anecdotal, but it is absolutely my experience having worked in tech for 15 years.
Maybe “dominated” is an extreme word, but I would put money on “over-represented”.
This is really what I’m hoping for. Threads has not launched well, Twitter is on the brink of collapse, Reddit is in the midst of enshittification, and Facebook is only used by old people.
Tiktok, Snap, and Insta are still absolutely huge, but there is a definite pick up in pace of people adopting the fediverse. There is hope.
Dating apps are toxic as it is, and the fact that most of them are basically days mining operations at this point makes it even worse (this also heavily impacts the overall ux). I have a friend who has worked for multiple dating app companies and it sounds awful.
I think an open source one that respects user privacy would be amazing, but honestly would likely be useless, as barely anyone would use it because people don’t really care about privacy, and select dating apps purely based on user volume.
In addition, and although this is gradually changing, tech and therefore tech-related interests such as data privacy and FOSS are still overwhelmingly dominated by cishet white men, so I can’t imagine such an app having even the most basic, binary requirements in terms of diversity.
“I can’t install an app because a dependency depends on another dependency that I already have installed but in ever so slightly the wrong way, but I have another app installed which depends on this dependency being installed the way it is now, so I’ll have to compile the app from source instead and tweak the config file to work with my version of this dependency, but I also can’t compile the app because of the dev environment dependencies.”
When I was 16 I was a little shit. Went to a school where there were loads of posh, upper-middle class kids who desperately wanted to try weed but had absolutely no way to get it. My friend and I sold them so much random shit that wasn’t weed. Once we scraped this outer layer of soft, brown matter off a wooden park bench that had been in the rain, rolled it into a ball and said it was hash. We got expelled, but not because of that - just because we were idiots.