Modern life poses many perplexing questions. Like where is the start of the Sellotape, and why beige shoes are called nude while not all nude people are beige, writes Suzanne Harrington

SAY hello to addiction, the gift that keeps on giving. Like an eternal game of Whack-A-Mole, you subdue one and another pops up.

Why would any woman support a power structure built on misogyny and led by a man whose contempt for women is part of his appeal to men? asks Suzanne Harrington

Here is how some washing-up resulted in the sale of a horse. Read this, then watch Black Mirror’s Nosedive on YouTube. The similarities are uncanny, writes Suzanne Harrington. 

Is it all going to end in an Instagrammed, available-on-Etsy handcart, asks Suzanne Harrington.

So King Baby isn’t coming. We can all, starting with Leo Varadkar, exhale as one.

This week’s column is brought to you by First World Problems, because I have one. Technically, it’s not a problem, more a First World Irritation, but where better to moan than here, in my own column, where I can monetise my displeasure.

According to the Irish Embassy in Riyadh, “The Kingdom of Saudi Arabia is a welcoming and hospitable country with many unique traditions.”

I don’t know how much the Pope’s visit cost the country, but I bet it isn’t as much as my first batch of Airbnb guests have cost me, and they’re not even here yet.

I once interviewed a wealthy author of popular novels, who said the only way to finish writing a book was to lock oneself away in one’s second home with just the housekeeper — not the butler — and spend four to six weeks keyboard-bashing without distraction.