Here is the latest insanity from Gen Z liberal women. Having a boyfriend is embarrassing, According to Chante Joseph, who can’t get a boyfriend, she wrote in brattish Vouge ” women reclaiming and romanticizing their single life. “The Boyfriend Backlash: A Satirical Lament from Jann Scott By Jann Scott Oh, Vogue, you glossy harbinger of hemlines and heartbreak—how you’ve outdone yourself this time. Chanté Joseph’s latest screed, “Is Having a Boyfriend Embarrassing Now?”, dropped like a poorly timed thirst trap, and suddenly, every swipe-right survivor is clutching their pearls (or their solo brunch mimosas) in mock horror.

At 300 words of navel-gazing drivel, it’s less an article than a therapy session disguised as trend reporting. Joseph’s thesis? Boyfriends aren’t prizes anymore; they’re punchlines. Posting your man online? Cringe. Claiming partnership? Lame. Singlehood? The ultimate flex. Honey, if that’s progress, pass the popcorn—I’m here for the roast.
Picture this: Joseph, our intrepid cultural oracle, polls her gal pals (all suspiciously coupled-up, mind you) and uncovers the “scandal.” Women are cropping boyfriends out of pics like they’re exes in a revenge edit. Why?
Because men “embarrass you even 12 years in,” apparently. One source laments losing followers after a “hard-launch” post—gasp!—as if Instagram validation were the Nobel Prize for romance. Joseph nods sagely: We’ve escaped “Boyfriend Land,” that patriarchal purgatory where women’s worth hinged on wifey status. Now, love’s a guilty pleasure, akin to admitting you still own a DVD collection. TikTok erupts in stitches: #EmbarrassingBoyfriend trends, with memes of dudes as aura-sucking vampires. Men? Outraged, per TMZ—poor dears, reduced to footnotes in their own irrelevance.
But let’s dissect the stupidity. This isn’t empowerment; it’s performative misery. Joseph’s straddle-the-fence schtick—reap couple perks, but ghost the label—reeks of the very indecision she mocks. It’s not “reclaiming single life”; it’s FOMO wrapped in faux-feminism.
Remember when Vogue championed glamour? Now it’s peddling paranoia: Date at your peril, lest you seem “culturally loser-ish.” Newsflash, Chanté: Relationships aren’t embarrassing; hiding them is. The real lame flex? Writing 300 words to pathologize partnership while your interviewees whisper sweet nothings off-camera.
In a world of ghosting and gridlock, love’s the rebel act. Boyfriends aren’t passé; your hot take is. Single and savage? Fine. But shaming the coupled? That’s just bitter scroll envy. Vogue, next time, feature a man who remembers anniversaries. We’d all sleep better.