“Have you heard of Logan Paul?”
The name rings a faint bell. The question comes from my nephew. He wants to be a YouTube star, his mother tells me. I am hardly surprised. I make a mental note of buying him a vlogging camera with my next salary. I want to be the cool aunt.
All this is before I enter his room. The tradition of putting up posters of one’s idols on the wall is still alive. Then it hits me. LOGAN PAUL.

