Snapchat Dysmorphia (say what now?)

Dealing with teenage disaffection used to be fairly simple. Get drunk, and/or channel Philip Larkin (preferably out loud). If you paid careful attention to the poet’s last verse, everything could even be alright in the end, and nothing would ever be your fault.

How things have changed.

In case you missed it, children are apparently now getting plastic surgery to resemble their filtered selves on Snapchat. And it has a name.

There are so many levels here which I can’t even:

Good Lord. Things are not good. And we can’t even blame our parents anymore.