Watching Euphoria last night, I didn’t see Rue spiraling and think, “Relatable.” I saw a sanitized, HBO-budget version of the chaos I used to watch from the sidelines—only cleaner, more curated, and far more heterosexual than the London I remember. The truth is: what Euphoria portrays as “heightened drama” was, for my circle, just a standard Tuesday night in Vauxhall. And as the one person not vibrating on a … Continue reading Euphoria Wasn’t Fiction to Me—It Was a Front-Row Seat to the Circus (London, 2011)