I am chronically, shamelessly, online. I reference memes and Instagram influencers the way people refer to movies and TV shows. My screen time is eye-watering. No amount of health and wellness babble about the effect on a person’s attention span is going to change that. You’d have to rip my phone out of my cold, dead hands.
Last year, I realised something had to change. People were getting angry at me for not replying to their messages on WhatsApp, Instagram, Twitter, iMessage, Facebook, emails or texts, while I was (very evidently) online (“Oi Ghosty McGhosterson!” read one recent message).
