The Netflix adaptation of Persuasion is a hot algorithmic mess which helplessly bites half a dozen better sources (a more appropriate title for the film would have been Jane Austen’s Fleabag), and yet I was pleased to find the zeitgeist has moved on from “self-care,” which is now a punchline subject to open mockery and scorn.
You worry about the wrong things.
There are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. 