Does Brexit make you sick to your stomach, did you secretly love lockdown, while using your extra time on performative dissertations on social media, imagining yourself as an expert epidemiologist while delighting in shaming anyone you perceived to be questioning social distancing or masks? Do you despise Boris Johnson for daring to consider the economy might be as important as the lives of people over 86? Are you definitely right about everything, so sure in fact that you often make highly presumptuous political remarks to passing acquaintances because you are so certain they are middle-class too, so will definitely agree with every opinion you share? Please don’t. I find it nauseating.
And of course now, despite a month ago most people not knowing the difference between Hamas and Hezbollah, we are now being subjected to armchair polemicists who aren’t exactly over-educated on the finer tensions of the Middle East, who, if we were being really unkind we could say, quite truthfully, wouldn’t be able to point to Gaza on a map, now subjecting us to their own very passionate opinions on who is right, who is wrong and what is needed to solve the conflict on Instagram — #painful.
