Your boyfriend is a misogynist, and I’m sorry if I’m the first one to say it. My boyfriend is also a misogynist — I do not exempt myself from my philosophical treatises. Many of you probably operate under a definition of misogyny that means an active anger at all women — I use it as Kate Manne does: to describe the patriarchal conditions that we all live under. Men are rewarded for conforming to behaviours and institutions that reproduce misogynistic structures, because if they don’t, they...

I have long since deleted Snapchat off my phone, but the other day they emailed me: “Desi, Remember This?” The memory that Snapchat imposed was from 2021, five years ago. The unease I felt is not at the marketing strategy — rather at the realisation that I had forgotten the memory. The memory was of my friend and I on a weekend trip at school, one of our many ‘us’ against ‘them’ moments on the bus back to campus; being jostled around on highways and dirt roads as our peers blew mango smoke...

"Everything is horribly computer" Everything is horribly computer. Not in a dramatic, end-of-the-world sense, but sneakily, your summer, your blissful summer, becomes a sequence of tabs. Tabs open, tabs closed, forgotten and timed out. You wake up, check something, respond to something, attach something, send something. Lunch is a break you schedule into your tasks. Sunshine is something you notice indirectly through the reflected glare on your screen. So, you’re doing an internship? How...