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How the 'dating apocalypse' led me to vajazzle my armpits

For the increasing number of single women in their thirties, any dating idea can seem worth trying, no matter how bizarre

28 May 2016

9:00 AM

28 May 2016

9:00 AM

I am crouching with a tall paper bag over my head, with holes cut out for eyes, nose and mouth, while sniffing a stranger’s hairy armpit. All the faces around me are equally obscured by paper bags, and each is inhaling the scent of underarms; we look for all the world like a very niche branch of the Ku Klux Klan.

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Ariane Sherine is a musical comedian and comedy writer. She discusses dating with Cosmo Landesman on this week’s Spectator podcast

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