We all remember what Benjamin Franklin said — nothing in this life is certain except death, taxes and a fresh crop of hot, young internet boyfriends to get the world wide web’s salivary glands pumping every three to four months. Fine, maybe I paraphrased a little, but that was his gist. If you thought internet boyfriends were for life, not just for Christmas, you were wrong.
Look at the cooling of our Barry Keoghan obsession, which climaxed when everyone and their nan (sadly, often at the same time) watched Saltburn over the festive period. Or how we reached peak Timothée Chalamet after the Wonka and Dune: Part 2 double bill. They have been rested for their own health. Don’t wake them, they’re sleeping.
