Aged nine, my younger brother presented me with a list of things he supposedly enjoyed. In first place, rather alarmingly, he had written the word “pain.” I attributed this to a case of pre-pubescent toxic masculinity, brought on by watching too many action movies (a hypothesis he later admitted to be true), but years later, I have quite a contradictory list myself. Whilst I’ve never claimed to be a fan of pain, I seem to have a tricky time where pleasure is concerned.