The first image that popped up featured our current Prime Minister sprawled across a sofa, staring into the camera invitingly - and I won’t continue from there. Let’s just say there was a caption. Further down (yes, I continued scrolling), there was some heavily digitally manipulated imagery involving poor DC and his deputy PM apparently engaging in some extracurricular gender politics together. All of this is now scarred into my mind until at least the next time I sit down with a stiff drink. And my point in relaying such a traumatic anecdote is this: that in the modern world, the Meatspin generation are all very much accustomed to experiencing unwanted sexual occurrences.