I mean, I haven't rushed to the answerphone once to see if anyone's aware of my existence in the world!
As women glide from their twenties to thirties, Shazzer argues, the balance of power subtly shifts. Even the most outrageous minxes lose their nerve, wrestling with the first twinges of existential angst: fears of dying alone and being found three weeks later half-eaten by an Alsatian.
Why does turning on a TV these days require three remotes with ninety buttons? Why?
No one is thinking about you. They're thinking about themselves, just like you.