Vanity thy name is not woman anymore. It is man. A study published in the International Journal of Mental Health and Addiction puts the percentages of men and women exhibiting ‘selfitis’ – the condition of excessive selfie-taking – at around 60 and 40 respectively. One of the authors, Mark D. Griffiths, PhD, informs ‘From a psychological perspective, the taking of selfies is a self-oriented action that allows users to establish their individuality and self-importance; it is also associated with personality traits such as narcissism.’ I am not very sure about
Aligned in glistening beads of sweat along an open oven the men pause briefly to look up at people like me – those from a halcyon world. They are on the basement floor of a twin-storey ramshackle lit up by fire from gigantic wood-fired furnaces with little passageways that opened at ground level for ventilation. They seemed amused, some almost smiled, at my effort – I was bending over and peering hard at their world. It was also the freshly baked bread – the waft of which was driving me
‘It was my first outing with Airbnb.’ Any write-up that begins on a note like this you know where it is headed – yes, spiralling down. So before I proceed and make my case (the host had, while I was writing the Facebook post, threatened to give me such a terrible review which would make Airbnb tremble seeing my requisition for future stays – probably just like the crazy who totalled a pad which made Airbnb start with host insurance), I will stake a disclaimer: I had read ‘The Airbnb
