In an era when elections have become akin to major sporting events, played out in every conceivable entertainment space, Donald Trump’s recent victory in the US lodged itself in my teenage daughter’s consciousness in the form of a new song: “If your boyfriend likes Trump/Put hair remover in his shampoo/If he wants to act like Andrew Tate/He might as well look like him, too.”
It was sung with a degree of levity, and not, I believe, intended to shame those suffering…

