The Entitled Writer

Or, the Agonising Fear of turning into a British Conservative MP

I am thinking about entitlement.

Oh god, even that word. Immediately I see Jacob Rees Mogg lounging on the front bench of the House of Commons, emanating disdain for all around him. I squirm. I do not want to be associated with such ugliness.

I am of that generation labelled ‘entitled’ and ‘snowflakey’ by their elders, which is to say pretty much any gene…