These days, as the Coronavirus unsettles the normality of our lives, I think back to the many times when, as a feminist, during some form of friendly debate or heated discussion, I'd rallied against the machinery of capitalism, against the spread of its enslaving reach.

I'd preach against how its systemic nature compelled us to experience our own lives as subservient to the profit margins of an over-privileged few; where the average human body had been reduced to mechanical labour, where human rights were completely divorced from the advancement of capital. I don't know whether to feel vindicated or alarmed.