Won’t someone please think of Dubai’s influencers?
The human spirit is incredibly resilient really. Even in the depth of our concern over the Israeli-American war against Iran, the worry about what might come next, we can still find time to feel a warm and comforting sense of schadenfreude over the large number of British women with stapled-on lips who are cowering in their Dubai apartments as the Iranian shells come raining down. The name under which these women collectively labor is “influencer,” a term which, like “content creator” is close to meaningless and both could be usefully replaced by “shitgibbon” or “unemployable.” We laugh at their sense of entitlement, their shock that the real world has intruded
