Love is a many-splendored thing — and some people will do almost anything to find it. On a quest to connect with that special someone, men and women have rented billboard space, posted handwritten personal ads all over the place, sobbed on YouTube and allowed meddling family members to conduct exhaustive searches for them. One matchmaking mom started the site “Date My Single Kid” for her 31-year-old son; another family advertised their Jewish grandmother on eBay to help her find a husband. Love can make you cry. And cry. Somehow you keep getting us to give up more and more personal information about ourselves. To name just one of about 80 gazillion cases in point: The emotional saga of Kelly Summers. |
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