Swag, yo!

My sister recently moved out.  She packed her belongings, she said her goodbyes and started a new life with the one she loves.  Got me thinking about love and the pursuit of said thing.  I've done the internet dating sites.  "Are you the one"? is the caption right next to a cellphone photo of a male with his shirt off, casually flexing his arm.  "Loves to travel" is a quote from a guy who views a trip to Montreal as a waste of time because it is full of  "mean french people."  All those are enough to stave people off of this social fishing pond yet what is most bothersome of all are the profiles that is littered with poor writing.
"Yo girl I got swag, so dont hate, celebrate. Leave me a message."  Leave him a message.  

I've come to realize that in this society the pursuer of connection is more often than not female rather than male.  The woman, in a sense, has adopted the "hunter" role from our cave man ancestors. So fueled with the desire for connection, she braves out into the social medium and pursues a likely mate.  

So is chivalry dead?  Is that a cliche question to ask? 

Robin Williams plays John Keating in "The Dead Poets Society" and tells his pupils this: 

"So avoid using the word ‘very’ because it’s lazy. A man is not very tired, he is exhausted. Don’t use very sad, use morose. Language was invented for one reason, boys - to woo women - and, in that endeavor, laziness will not do. It also won’t do in your essays.”

A movie I know but if it could resonate with me it could very well resonate with my future pursuer.  

Cause I got swagger, yo
N.