It’s all about me

WHEN that National University of Singapore undergraduate’s sex blog made the rounds last week, it confirmed to me one of the most distasteful qualities of my generation. Not the tendency to apply Instagram filters to make any picture – including extreme close-up shots of genitalia – look “artsy”, although that’s also appalling.

It is that we have no idea what is actually worthy of notice, remark and attention, because we have the ability to publish every inane thought.