Holy fuck - you hop on social media, read the comments under certain posts, and just stand there absolutely dumbfounded.

Rice and chicken for dinner? That’s just slop. A 60-square-meter apartment? A pigs shed - and the decor isn't "Instagrammable" enough. A 2020 car? An ancient, fart-stained clunker. A one-and-a-half-year-old who pronounces every letter perfectly and recites poetry with expression? Yeah, well, my kid practically crawled right out of the womb and immediately started quoting Das Kapital.

On the internet, everyone lives in the Palace of Versailles; they’re all gourmet chefs, geniuses, and billionaires.

But step out onto the street, and half the people look like they’ve washed their faces in piss - total victims of urine therapy.