Ever since I was a kid, the last few weeks of summer have been a period of extreme inner turbulence for me. In my childhood bedroom in Saint-Petersburg there are journals that describe my annual anxiety over la rentrée, accompanied by strategies on how I plan on becoming the most popular girl in class and finally understand chemistry (#goals). As an adult, I have often chosen this time to roll out the next life step – a new job, a move to or from Paris, even the launch of this blog almost four years back. Somehow, September always feels like an opportunity to change something important, to start fresh, to do more.
This September I don’t have any grand Life Changes lined up. After a tumultuous, eye-opening year of dealing with personal changes and observing the that world we live in, the transitions I’m experiencing are happening below the surface. They relate to the way I think, the people I want to be surrounded with, the impact I want to have. They also involve the things I want to write about. As hard as it is to believe, configuring subtle strategies on getting French men to shower no longer fits the bill.
Don’t get me wrong – I love Dbag Dating. In the list of cool crazy ideas I have had, I consider starting this blog to be high up there, somewhere between impulsively buying a puppy and moving to France. Initially launched as a fun little outlet to express my Parisian dating woes, it is this very project that has shifted my career, given me a cathartic way to work though my personal issues, and an invaluable opportunity to connect with people all over the world.
For those very reasons, Dbag Dating isn’t going anywhere, at least not for now. It’s my baby and you don’t get rid of babies when they hit an awkward teen stage, or identity crisis. (Even if you do occasionally wonder if you screwed them up for good by giving them a weird name.) However, you may want to stop for a minute and consider what kind of adults they are becoming.
Since it takes as village to raise a child, why don’t we decide on this together? After all, the reason I’m so adamant about preserving this platform is because of the readers that come here from all over the world, from places so remote that I wonder if my Google Analytics is just f*cking with me. (Bhutan? Gibraltar? Really?!!)
So tell me, my dear Bhutanese readers (and others too!), why do you visit this site? Is it because dating misery has you looking for company? Do you come here looking for actual dating advice? (Because we all know I ain’t got none!) Or maybe just to get some comic relief from a crazy oversharing Russki?
What have been your favorite posts? What kind of content do you want to see more of? Do you want more dating stories, the OG bread and butter of this blog, perhaps submitted by other readers? Personal essays on self-acceptance and self-actualization? (Eye roll please – but we all kinda need them.) Interviews and Sunday Kind of Love features? Reflections on dating across the globe? French stories? Russian stories? Nudes? (JK!) Or maybe articles that have nothing to do with dating whatsoever?
Something tells me that, if we put our heads together, we can make this blog better, more interesting for me to write and for you guys to read. (Did I mention that I love contributors?!)
So skip down to the Comments section and TALK TO ME! Think of this as a September Issue brainstorm and me as your Russian-American Anna Wintour.