Dating in the time of performative men:
At Case Western Reserve University, dating has always been a circus, but lately there’s a new clown on campus: The performative man. He’s got “ally” in his bio and “mansplaining” in his blood. He’s not just a guy; he’s a walking PR campaign. You’ve seen one. You’ve swiped left on one. And, tragically, you may be dating one. So, grab a pen, tally your points and brace yourself for the results you already suspect.
Are you Dating a Performative Man?
- His profile vibe is:
- A) Self-deprecating height jokes and “dog dad” energy
- B) A paragraph about social justice that somehow mentions Nietzsche
- C) “Adventurous” (he owns a Patagonia)
- D) Thoughtful one-liners that sound suspiciously…generated
- His coffee order :
- A) Oat milk vanilla latte
- B) Black Coffee
- C) Fair-trade Matcha
- D) Doesn’t drink coffee, but can recite Starbucks’ entire menu back to you
- His major:
- A) Anthropology
- B) English
- C) Feminist Studies
- D) Computer science
- A “romantic” date means:
- A) Sitting outside Tink while pretending to study
- B) Watching his improv performance
- C) Reading poetry at the Cleveland Art Museum while he teaches you about Monet
- D) A series of activities perfectly tailored to your interests
- His love language is:
- A) Poetic quotes
- B) Love bombing
- C) Soft-launching you on Instagram (a photo of the shadow of your holding hands)
- D) Responding instantly to every text with three versions of the same answer
- His key outfit component:
- A) Wired headphones
- B) Wire frame glasses he doesn’t actually need
- C) A tote bag with a mysterious stain
- D) A perfectly tailored fit that seems to materialize the moment you talk about it
Results:
Mostly A’s : You’re dating a Performative Man. Harmless, oat-milk powered but exhausting. Like The Covenant Church bells, makes a lot of noise but rarely delivers.
Mostly B’s : You’re dating the Hypocrisy Enthusiast. Talks big, does small. He’s your boyfriend and a one-man podcast that no one asked to subscribe to.
Mostly C’s : You’re dating the Final Boss Performative Man. A LinkedIn profile with hair gel. Posts like an unpaid intern for Teen Vogue and somehow convinces everyone he’s profound. Run before he makes you a part of his “personal growth journey.”
Mostly D’s : Surprise! You’re not dating a man at all. You’re dating ChatGPT. Instantly responsive, endlessly supportive, no bed frame required.