Imagine your dad was a bully. If so, when you were a child, he might have withheld affection and warmth and been quick to be critical if things didn’t go his way. As an adult, you would find yourself ...

“She’s really let herself go.” You can just hear it, can’t you, the gossipy curtain-twitching spitefulness with an undertone of salacious tabloid satisfaction. And in theory, none of us should care ...