Though I generally believe that the world gets better, sadly one can’t say the same about words - and words mean the world to me. For instance, ‘community’ used to be a nice place to land on the Monopoly board; now it just means a bunch of whiners shouting about stuff. Similarly, ‘activism’ used to mean helping people - now it just means telling people to die on the internet. Which brings us to ‘trolls’; I know I’m old, but I can remember when trolls were coveted toys, a cheerful dollies in a blithe state of undress with a shock of nylon hair. Mine was called Trudi and it’s not exaggerating to say I worshipped that troll.

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