As International Women’s Day came through last week, you could feel the gusty winds of ennui in the corridors of social media. Four main responses reigned.

First: The dread of the corporate twaddle that would surround us: spa discounts and the bland slogans of change no one can disagree with. Floating everywhere like errant pieces of cotton candy was the ally of corporate twaddle. Influencers and wannabe influencers force-fitting shakti or sisterhood into that morning’s post. Then, there was the slightly supercilious “I don’t think I need Women’s Day/It’s no longer meaningful” response. Lastly, the sincere response, from the earnest to the erudite: histories of women’s struggles, acknowledgement of feminist legacies, the wish for solidarities.