From religion to politics to identity, this ‘othering’ of anyone who is different than us is insidious

There are quite a few things in my everyday life that can catapult me head-first into an indignant rage. People walking too slowly in front of me, writes Louise O'Neill.

People standing too close to me in my gym’s changing rooms. Someone using the particular treadmill that I prefer, when there are other ones available. (What can I say, I’m a creature of habit.)

Strangers sitting next to me on any form of public transport. When family members fail to stack the dishwasher in an ergonomic and efficient manner.