It has become the bane of my life, especially during the pandemic
: a period of time when there’s not much else to do except lie on the sofa, watching films and eating crisps. My flatmates and I recently settled in for our weekly dose of RuPaul’s Drag Race
and I saw that it was the dreaded roast episode. Immediately, my skin started to itch. I knew what was coming. In a scene that will go down in pop culture history, Utica Queen
bombed so hard that the judges started roasting her back. I had to sit with my hands over my ears, tapping my fingers on the back of my skull to drown out the excruciating attempts at comedy, squinting through my eyelashes at the TV to check whether it was over.