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. Continue reading “Snapchat Dysmorphia (say what now?)”